My Parents Returned With a Moving Truck After Grandpa’s Funeral, But He Had Left One Final Instruction
“That’s an ugly thing to say.”
“It’s a true thing.”
Dad took a step in my direction.
The deputy shifted slightly, making the narrow space between us feel safer.
“You’ll regret this,” Arthur said.
“You don’t know what you are taking on.”
He was right about part of it.
I didn’t know everything involved in maintaining the house.