At the breakfast table my mother said the world was my oyster.
“While I’m still young and pretty,” I said.
My father didn’t think the world was my oyster. I could tell by his silence he thought I should ask my husband to come back.
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About the AuthorMary Miller is the author of a novel, The Last Days of California, and two short story collections: Always Happy Hour and Big World. She is a former James A. Michener Fellow at the University of Texas and John and Renee Grisham Writer-in-Residence at Ole Miss. She currently lives in Gulfport and is a Visiting Assistant Professor at the low-residency MFA program at Mississippi University for Women.
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