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

my office and shut the door.

Doreen doesn’t waste words. Seventy if she’s a day. Smokes too much. Charges like she’s billing an enemy.

“You have co-ownership rights,” she said. “He can’t install adult occupants over your objection and call it temporary if they’re moving possessions in.”

“They did.”

“I figured that from the panic in your voicemail.”

I sat continue reading …