My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

said.

“No,” I said. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine. My veins had plastic in them and my hair was stuck to the side of my neck with hospital sweat.

“About eighty-four thousand.”

Christina sat down on the chair Jason had kicked back earlier. Slowly. Like her knees had quit.

“She told me Dad refinanced.”

“He did. Later. For the house. Then I paid that too.”

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