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
I asked.
“Because you’ll forget.”
“I will not.”
He smiled.
“You will.”
Years later, I held that same kind of receipt in Linda’s office.
Without the dates, the records, and Arthur’s irritating insistence on organization, I might have walked away with nothing but anger.
The paperwork didn’t make my case automatically.