My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For
The coffee maker.
The living-room furniture beyond the doorway.
The washer and dryer upstairs.
I had paid for most of those things.
Arthur had always insisted that we keep records of major purchases.
“Write it down, Maggie.”
He used to say.
“Not because somebody’s planning to cheat you.