He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

The operators moved with me.

Behind us I heard my mother call my name and my father saying, “Stay back.” For once in his life, it was useful advice.

The scanner chirped harder near the curb.

Greg’s F-250 sat half on the grass, half on the asphalt like the selfish thing it always was. Lift kit. Salt Life sticker. Trailer hitch shined to death.

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