My Parents Sold My Corvette While I Was in Tokyo

August. She didn’t have the money. She never has the money. What she has is a way of sitting at my parents’ kitchen table and crying until someone fixes it.

According to what I pieced together from my cousin Denise (who got it from my aunt Barb, who got it from my mom over the phone), here’s what happened:

Heather came over December 5th. Four days after continue reading …