My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
My rent was due in exactly four days.
The eviction warning was practically already printed in my landlord’s office.
Five thousand dollars would solve every immediate problem I had.
“You take that and get yourself a reliable car,” Gregory said.
“Maybe put down a deposit on a better apartment.”
“Just like that,” I said.
“You’re my daughter.
I should have helped you out months ago.”