My Son Told Me Not to Come on the Trip I Paid For

Trevor found out the next Monday. He didn’t call. He texted.

One line.

“You’re dead to me.”

I read it sitting in Lorraine’s chair. The one Danielle used to sit in on Sundays.

Seventy

My birthday was the following Saturday. I spent it at Donnie’s place in Peoria Heights. His wife Pam made a pot roast. His neighbor, the one he fights with about the property continue reading …