My Parents Sold My $512,000 Townhouse While I Was in Surgery—Then the Buyer’s Name Led Straight to My Sister’s Wedding
She checked it, turned it over, and pressed her palm against a wrinkle at her waist.
“How is the venue payment going?” I asked.
“Fine.”
“Fine means paid?”
“Fine means handled.”
“By whom?”
She picked up the proposal.
“I thought today was supposed to be nice.”