My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box

Food.

I hear food is important.”

“Your father ever talk to you about his old band?”

“Not unless you count telling me to turn the volume down.”

Marcus picked up a carton that had slipped from the stack and placed it beside my hand.

“He had a good ear.”

“Maybe he should have done something with it.”

Marcus let that sit between us.