They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

nativity scene.

“No joke,” I said. “While you were climbing the corporate ladder, Liv, I was building the building.”

Mom made a sound that was not quite a word. “But you live in that tiny apartment,” she said. “You drive a Honda.”

“I own the building,” I said. “The Honda is my preference. Your Lexus, incidentally, is terrible on emissions.”

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