be the same again. Nothing, in
fact, will ever be the same.
No more Saturday-morning
pancakes or Sundays filled
with too many football games.
No more late-night black-and-
white movies or yoga exercises.
No more easy laughter. Aunt
Cora is Liam’s. And not mine.
SHE DENIES THAT TOTALLY
Whatever the future holds,
I will always be here for you.
I made that commitment a very
long time ago, she claimed.
We were shopping for her wedding
gown. Waiting for the sales-
lady to bring out another dress
to view. Size six. Off the shoulder.
I could have picked out the dress
she eventually chose without her
even being there. I know her. Too
well. Will I know her next year?
Nothing will really change
that much, she promised. Except
I’ll be living with Liam, and
I’m kind of doing that now.
True. Other than wedding stuff,
I hardly see her at all. Which gives
me much too much time alone,
thinking about my own future.