At 3 A.M., My Brother Dragged Me Out of My Bedroom While Dad Laughed—He Had No Idea What the Smoke Detector Had Recorded
“Twenty dollars exactly.”
I smiled.
“That helps.”
She returned the receipt.
I carried the paper bag outside.
The cracked mirror reflected the parking lot.
A woman nearby struggled with a bulky package of paper towels.
It slipped onto the pavement.