My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

Please. We need to talk.

At 2:43.

Tyler is crying.

At 3:11.

I know you’re mad but you’re being cruel.

At 3:12.

Dad would be ashamed.

That one got a laugh out of me. A nasty little laugh in my empty apartment.

Dad had been a bus mechanic who labeled leftovers with masking tape because “people get funny when they think nobody’s watching.” Dad kept eighty dollars continue reading …