“Dad’s been gone for eight years, Mom.” She stood and went to the doorway. “I think he’s in the living room. He just went down to smoke.” 34MAGSep 22, 2019Sign up to like postSubscribeLoginPrivacyTermsInformation collection noticeShare “I can’t remember anything. I’m so confused,” she said. She looked around at everything unfamiliar. The window with its slip of linen curtain. The painting of our flat on Union Street. The desk with the knock-off Chippendale chair. WHERE’S FRANK? BY GINNY HORTON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 69This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Sign in
