I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me

“There’s one tab, Lucas.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and stepped around to the far side of the printer, where the light from the monitor could not reach his face.

“Five pages,” he said.

“For the insurance.

On the vehicle.”

“On the vehicle.”

“Look, it’s nothing you’d want to read.

It’s all fine print and percentages.”