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

through her nose. That sound meant disappointment, but who it was aimed at could change by the minute.

“I told him he was wrong.”

“Did Patricia agree?”

“Patricia always agrees with Patricia.”

That almost got me.

Almost.

My mother lowered her voice. “Something’s off over there.”

I sat up straighter.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Patricia has called me twice this continue reading …