When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

“There’s a fee.”

He shrugged. “It’s okay. I just thought it looked cool.”

Sarah, who was chopping vegetables, froze. “How much?” she asked.

I told her. It wasn’t nothing. It also wasn’t rent.

She bit her lip. “We can’t—”

“Yeah, we can,” I said.

She looked at me sharply. “You’ve done enough, Frank. We’re already here, eating your food, using your electricity.continue reading …