My Dad Told Me To Pack My Things And Beg On The Streets On Thanksgiving Night

out of the cracked driveway and back toward the Pennsylvania Turnpike while the sun was still above the trees. I drove carefully and at the speed limit, and I did not look in the rearview mirror because there was nothing there I needed to see again on that particular evening.

My phone rang at 9:47 p.m.

I was in a hotel in Philadelphia by then, a room continue reading …