The Crate in the Parking Lot
So it worked.
And it was mine, and I never asked anybody, and there is no money.
Odile found out in her second year of law school.
She was twenty-four and she was doing a family law clinic and she came home one weekend in the November and sat at my kitchen table and said, “Dad, I pulled our case.”
“What case?”
“That’s the thing.
There isn’t one.”