My Parents Sold My Corvette While I Was in Tokyo

he’s going to want his money back. Or he’s going to call a lawyer. Or both.”

Dad’s face had gone from white to gray. A bad gray. Mom was still trying to argue.

“Well, then you need to call him and explain. Tell him it was a mistake.”

“I need to call him?” I said.

“It’s your car. Your boyfriend’s car. Whatever. You sort it out.”

I stood there for a second.continue reading …