A Wallflower’s Secret
Holly Dickson-Ramos
I stare at the 19 strangers encircling me and they look back at me – expectantly. I don’t like this kind of attention; even
I stare at the 19 strangers encircling me and they look back at me – expectantly. I don’t like this kind of attention; even
My husband married a woman unlike the women in his family. His mother and sisters are logical, organized and have lots of common sense.
“You have almost three dollars!” I tell her. We are sprawled on her bedroom floor amidst blocks and books, stuffed animals and blankets. Loose