My Dad Threatened To Cut My Tuition. He Didn’t Know I’d Already Graduated.

sun was going down over the Olympics, pink and orange through the haze. I turned on the radio. Some old Fleetwood Mac song. I didn’t sing along but I turned it up loud enough that I couldn’t hear myself think.

Somewhere around Lynnwood, my phone buzzed again. Dad.

I let it ring.

It rang four more times before Everett.

I got home, locked the door, fed my continue reading …