Tally Stories

Mom at the table, smirking, beckons me to sit A carafe of wine, a plate of warm cheap brie cheese and crackers She toasts, “To a grown-up girl!” A dollop of cheese sensually delivered to her tongue Licking and sucking her finger, she smiles wistfully “The taste ... younger, carefree days.” “Cheap brie and some men we’ve known – taste so much alike.” My face puzzled, finally realizing the meaning, blushes. “I imagine you’v...