He Changed the Locks on My Parents’ Anniversary Gift

the idiot he was.

And just before six, while I was back at the cottage helping Dad put their things where they belonged again, Ron called with the line I’d been waiting on.

“The deputy served him.”

I looked out at the water.

“How’d he take it?”

Ron gave a dry little chuckle. “Poorly.”

That night, Mom insisted on making grilled cheese for everybody in the continue reading …