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 wanted her in the room.

I wanted the old band photographs too.

But I did not want every musician who came through the door to feel that they had entered a place where my father was still the main attraction.

I hung Evelyn’s photograph near the microphone, where I could see it without turning around.

The band photographs stayed together on the opposite wall.

Marcus studied the open space between them.

“What goes there?”