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

“Of course.”

Christmas Eve

Three days later, Patricia called me herself.

First time in months.

I let it ring twice, then answered.

“David.”

No greeting from her. No softening.

“Patricia.”

“I understand you’ve been speaking to Michael about private matters.”

“Your mortgage is a private matter.”

Silence.

Then, clipped and furious, “He told me what you’ve done.”

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