The Sublet

by Greer Hendricks

It’s more important to do what you think is right than to focus on what you’ve been doing wrong; Honesty starts with the promises you keep to yourself—and

The ping of an incoming text interrupts my reverie. It’s Ben: Bea drank all the choclte milk

My phone chirps again. This time it’s Bea. Ben Hit Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The usual Sunday slack occupies the rest of the evening. Beatrice has decided she’s a vegetarian and refuses to eat the chicken. Ben whines about end-of-the-year homework being pointless.

When I return upstairs, the kids, who are supposed to be asleep, are squabbling, and beneath the crack of their door I see the lights flickering on and off. Finally, I barge in and hiss: “Go to sleep. Now.” I hardly recognize my voice.

There is no right or wrong way. Open your sail, be free.