I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me
He laughed, loudly enough to make the window glass tick.
“Margaret, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
“I am asking a question.”
“Nobody is trying to take advantage of you, Margaret.” He said it slowly, as if I were hard of hearing.
“It’s a family vacation.”
I looked at the receipt in my hand.
The paper had a crease from my pocket.
“Where will you be staying?” I asked.