![]() I'm already reaching to toss my charger before he says it, tomorrow. I ask him when he's leaving, and I know that's my mistake. After the black eye, we stopped putting our hands on each other – we'd both figured, silently, it was the least we could do. EDT Bryan Washington’s debut novel, Memorial, opens with a comic premise: Mike and Ben are a young gay couple in Houston waiting for Mike’s mother to arrive. I don't key his car or ram it straight through the living room. ![]() But if you get a running start, it's never entirely gone. 28, 2020 7 AM PT On the Shelf Memorial By Bryan Washington Riverhead: 320 pages, 27 If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from, whose fees. Some of the kids I work with, that's how their families make it into this country. The thing about a moving train is that, sometimes, you can catch it. ![]() I don't ask where his mother will sleep here, in our one-bedroom apartment, or exactly what that arrangement will look like. ![]() Mike used to have this thing about sriracha, he'd pull a hernia whenever I reached for it, but now he squeezes a faded bottle over my omelette, rubbing it in with the spatula. After they've settled, he salts them, drizzling mayonnaise with a few sprigs of oregano. ![]()
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