Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio

None came.

“You’re unbelievable,” I said.

Dad returned to his newspaper.

I worked an extra Saturday shift and paid him on time.

That was the beginning of a pattern.

Every time something went wrong, I worked more hours.

Every time I earned a little extra, something else needed replacing.

And every month, Dad collected his $250.