Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police
On July fourteenth, two thousand dollars was wired from the cabin account to an online collection agency handling Chelsea’s retail store credit card.
“The two-dollar piggy bank,” I said.
“What about it?” Monica asked.
“He gave it to me under the Christmas tree,” I said.
“He told me responsible daughters don’t need shiny bows because he was managing my future home fund.”
“There is no home fund, Iris,” Monica said.
“There never was.”
I looked at the screen until the black text blurred a little under the kitchen lights.
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