My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

smell. The parking structure through the window. The particular stillness of a Tuesday in October when nothing has happened yet.

I went back to work.

My mother called at 12:15 on a Wednesday. I was in my car in the parking garage, eating a sandwich over a paper towel, which is what lunch looks like when you’ve billed nine hours before noon.

I picked up continue reading …