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
“I ask him Monday.”
“And if Monday becomes next month?”
I took the invoice back and added a line stating that payment was due within seven days.
“Happy?”
“I’m looking at an invoice, Daniel.
Happiness isn’t one of the columns.”
I checked the total again.
My right thumbnail rubbed against the side of my finger before I caught myself.