My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

want to spend another year in my apartment with the bathroom fan that sounded like a lawn mower. I didn’t want to call the escrow office and say the money was gone. I didn’t want to be thirty-seven years old with every lunch I had not eaten sitting in my brother-in-law’s driveway as a black Cadillac.

“I want him to know stealing is stealing,” I said.continue reading …