Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
“Where’d you put the music stuff?” I asked.
Dad was sorting screws into small containers.
“Storage.”
“Why?”
“Needed the space.”
“Could you have asked me first?”
“They were mine.”
“I was using them.”
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