My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

you never paid stopped being paid.”

His face did the thing then.

Anger first.

Then panic.

Then something like shame, but it did not last long enough to count.

They left tire marks in the slush.

I shut the door and slid the chain back into place.

Then I sat on the floor with my back against the wall because the chair was six steps too far.

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