My Mother Gave Me 48 Hours to Leave the House I Had Been Paying For Until My Lawyer Reviewed the Papers

in a folder on my laptop, a small notebook where I logged larger expenditures by date and category. I had not kept these records as evidence of anything. I had kept them because the numbers helped me understand where I stood.

I understood now that I had been very naive about what standing somewhere actually meant.

My phone rang at forty minutes past continue reading …