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

fence, crooked little boxes with bad paint and too many nails.

“I wish he didn’t have to,” I said.

Mason nodded.

Then, after a minute: “When Grandpa yelled at me, I wanted to hit him.”

I gave him a sideways look.

“So did I.”

That got a short laugh out of him. Barely. But real.

At sunrise Jennifer came back with coffee and a locksmith. By eight, every exterior continue reading …