My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

say no.”

“Damn right.”

I could hear Denise moving around her kitchen. A cabinet door slammed. Ice clinked in a glass.

“Your mother has been on the phone all afternoon trying to get ahead of this thing,” she said. “Which tells me it’s bad.”

“Get ahead of what?”

Denise got quiet for a beat.

Then she said, “The cops made a report.”

That made the back of my neck continue reading …