The night my uncle Chandler did grievous damage to his Beetle at a bend in the road in North Carolina the phone rang. This was before my mother got her own place, on the other side of town, with a little help from a loan, made to her by my grandfather, from part of the payout on Chandler’s life insurance. I was Chandler’s namesake. Everyone called me Chan. I can remember staring at my tiny brown hands and trying to will them to be bigger. Like Chandler’s. I was half-asleep in a summery way on a fold-out couch in the … Continue reading JULES: a short story