My Father-in-Law Threw Us Out Before the General Arrived

chew it. He made me laugh in a supply line by telling me the coffee tasted like somebody rinsed a boot in it.

He was a Brooks by blood, yes.

But not by spirit.

William Brooks made money in commercial real estate and spent most of his life talking like he owned oxygen. Margaret was worse. Nicer voice. Sharper knife. The kind of woman who could insult you continue reading …