My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

with the complaint?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He nodded like he’d expected that answer.

“Your mother called.”

My pen stopped.

“She what?”

“She asked if there was a form to withdraw charges on your behalf.”

I laughed.

Carl did not.

“There’s not,” he said.

I signed so hard the pen tore the paper a little.

Two weeks after that, I drove past Denise’s street by accident because continue reading …