I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me
“Who was on the phone?”
“The rental company.
They’re very particular about vans.” She said vans the way a person says a word they have practiced.
“At eight at night?”
“They’re open late.” She tapped the screen again, though the screen was dark.
I went past her to the linen closet and got a fresh towel.
When I came out, she was already in the kitchen with the legal pad under her arm.
At nine I sat at the kitchen island to enter the deposit in my ledger.