I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

He noticed.

“You’re allowed to eat during a session,” he said gently.

I laughed despite myself.

“Apparently that’s another lesson I missed.”

We ate sandwiches and listened to one of the Northline recordings.

The bass line wandered in the second verse.