My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

ask. Can we stay with you?”

Curtis looked at me. Ben looked at the floor. Even the maintenance guy with the cart had slowed down.

“No,” I said.

Just that.

No speech. No softness around the edges.

No.

My father’s face did a strange little twitch. Not anger yet. Worse. Surprise.

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