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
His gaze stopped on Mom, then moved to the band van.
“Your mother liked that van,” he said.
“What happened to the band?”
“We stopped playing.”
“Why?”
“People move on.”
“Everybody?
Or just you?”