Five Days After the Divorce My Mother in Law Asked Why I Was Still There Until I Told Her the House Was Mine

and sitting in chairs I chose and paid for? Which part would you like me not to start?”

He had no answer to that. He rarely did, when the facts were laid out plainly.

The house was white brick with black shutters, set on a private wooded lot just south of Nashville in the neighborhood where a certain class of Tennessean aspired to land before fifty. continue reading …