I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me
Helen followed my eyes and set her cup down.
“That the room list?”
“Later,” I said.
“All right.
Later.” She smoothed her napkin flat.
“I’m good at later.
I’m the worst person in Hennepin County to keep a thing from.”
The radiator in the hall ticked twice and quit.