My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

in. “For once.”

I stared at him. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to scramble?”

“We’re family,” he said, as if that explained everything.

“And what have you done for me?” I asked quietly. “In ten years, what have you done that wasn’t for you?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

I stepped onto the porch. “You need to leave. There’s a restraining continue reading …