I Canceled the Money While They Were Still Watching the Ball Drop

every few months that she was “finally protecting my peace.”

I knew how stupid it looked.

I did it anyway.

Sunday Never Happened

I didn’t go to Sunday dinner.

At 4:52 p.m. my mother called and left a voicemail that began with, “I hope you’re done with your little strike.”

At 5:10 my father texted.

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