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

nodded once, hard. “Okay.”

Then he said something I didn’t expect.

“I put in an offer on my motorcycle this afternoon.”

I looked up.

His old Harley. Black. Loud. The one he’d rebuilt with his dad before his dad died. He never shut up about that bike.

“How much?” I asked.

“Maybe thirty-two hundred if the guy doesn’t jerk me around.”

So there it was. The first continue reading …