My Mother-in-Law Took My SUV Keys, and Then My Father Showed Up

“What phone call?” I asked.

“The regional distribution center called me after my second interview,” Ethan said.

“They offered me the warehouse job.”

I stared at the side of his face as a sudden gust of autumn wind rattled the plastic chairs on the balcony.

“Tuesday was three days ago,” I said.

“Before the fight over the SUV keys.

Before I sprained my ankle on Route 9.”

“Yes,” Ethan said quietly.