” he asked.
“Good to see you too, Dad.”
“It’s a question.”
“Yes. Still the Volvo.”
He shook his head and returned to his tablet. “You’re thirty-six, Madison. At some point it stops being minimalism and starts being negligence. You could at least buy something that doesn’t look like a grad student’s lease return.”
What he did not know about the Volvo, and continue reading …
