I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

was quiet for a second.

Then, “That easy, huh?”

“Not easy.”

“No. Guess not.”

He exhaled.

“Fine. The hold stays. Ownership won’t sign without your note anyway.”

“I know.”

“Chuck.”

“What.”

“Don’t do anything stupid because you’re mad.”

I looked through the kitchen doorway. Emma’s backpack was propped by the stairs, one zipper half-open, a French workbook sticking continue reading …