Summertime Dreams

by Kait Leonard

Photo by Lee Vue, on Unsplash

My cousins Tony and Robby lived one block from my other cousins, Doug, the one who would go to jail, Matty, the one who would have a nice wife, Junior, the one who would disappear maybe somewhere in Oregon, and Janice, the one who was a teenager when we were kids. Every weekend she went to Hollywood where my grandma said she did dope. She would marry a bad man who hurt her and smelled like gas station bathrooms. I…