Agnes Came Home Early from Ireland and Found Her Grandson Locked Out of Her Tulsa House
He’d covered them in small blue ballpoint writing on the drive down through Kansas.
“I found a furnished one-bedroom apartment on Twenty-First Street,” he said, tapping the address at the top of the first page with his index finger.
“Six-month lease.
She can move her clothes and her TV over there tomorrow morning.”
“And where will you be sleeping during your two-week rotations on the rig?” I asked.
“Right here with Benji,” he said.
“And when my rotation’s over, I’ll split the days.