My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

out at the gray January slush in the parking lot below. A man in a Packers jacket was fighting a broken umbrella. The thing kept flipping inside out.

“I want them out of my house.”

Caleb made one note.

“And after that?”

I rubbed my thumb against the edge of my phone. “I don’t know yet.”

That was half true.

What I knew was uglier.

I wanted my mother to feel continue reading …