At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

” he said.

“I want it done,” I answered.

Richard finally looked straight at me. “You changed the locks?”

“Not yet.”

His throat moved.

I hadn’t called them for drama. I called because I know Richard. He likes confusion. He likes mess when the mess saves him from choosing a side. If there are enough raised voices and enough moving parts, he can stand in the continue reading …