My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

documentation,” he said.

“Yes.”

Dad drew himself up another inch, which on him always meant he planned to rely on volume if logic failed him.

“This is a family matter.”

Curtis nodded once.

“And it’s happening in the lobby of a private residential building. So now it’s also my matter.”

Beautiful.

I could’ve kissed him.

Instead I said, “These three people do continue reading …