I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

and ink on his cuff.

“Who decided a cash register should behave like a toddler?” he asked me.

I laughed.

Not because it was all that funny. Mostly because he looked genuinely offended by the machine.

He came back the next week. Then again. The third time he admitted there was no nephew. He just wanted an excuse.

So there it was.

By then he was fifty-six,continue reading …