My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

once.

I answered his.

He didn’t bother with hello. “Did you have my future mother-in-law removed from your house by sheriff’s deputies?”

“Yes.”

Silence.

Then, “Jesus Christ.”

I sat on the floor of the upstairs study with a box of old paperwork beside me. My father’s desk lamp threw a yellow circle over stacks of tax returns and marina receipts.

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