My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

Carol.

Then, slowly, through him.

He did not apologize in the way I wanted.

People rarely do.

His first attempt came on a wet Wednesday, standing in my driveway while Ben and Katie argued over who got to carry the bag of library books.

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said at Christmas.”

“No.”

He waited.

I waited better.

“And continue reading …