I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

very hard.”

Patricia shrugged.

“Does he?”

She glanced around the dining room.

“He still drives that old car.”

“He still lives in that tiny apartment.”

“If business were really booming…”

“Wouldn’t we all know?”

I never answered.

The apartment she loved mocking was the penthouse occupying the top floor of one of downtown Phoenix’s most exclusive buildings.

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