My Arrogant Son-in-Law Slid Nursing Home Papers Across the Dinner Table

was, or maybe older, I couldn’t tell which.

“He put papers in front of me,” I said. “He made you cry at a dinner table. You don’t get four more years after that.”

She nodded. She put her head on my shoulder. The moth kept doing its thing.

Monday at Nine

Greg Sloan called Tony at nine. I know because Greg called me at nine-fifteen and said it went about continue reading …