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

Then Gary cleared his throat.

“The BMW’s gone.”

“That’s not surprising.”

“No. But there’s a repo notice tucked in the storm door. Pink paper. Not sealed. Been there at least overnight.”

I looked over at the glass wall outside my office. Jennifer from private banking was walking toward legal with a folder under one arm.

“What else?”

“There’s a contractor continue reading …