My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

forms without asking me.

That part made my skin crawl.

At one-forty, Mom called six times in a row.

At one-fifty-two, Dad left a voicemail.

“You’re overreacting. Call me so we can settle this privately.”

Privately.

Meaning off paper.

Meaning where he liked things.

I saved the voicemail and sent it to Elaine.

Then I went back to work.

Not dramatically. Not with continue reading …