Honey

Everyone called her Honey.

They'd been calling her that since she was eight months old in a stroller in a park, when a stranger in a yellow blouse leaned down and said she was just a honey of a child. Her father picked it up that evening at the dinner table. Her siblings followed. And the name stuck in the way that certain things stick-not because they are the truest thing about a person, but because they are the easiest thing, the warmest thing, the name that required no one to look any clo...