My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

professional manner was so consistently unruffled that I had always found it stabilizing. I told him where I was and what I had found when I arrived. I told him about the moving truck and the sports car and my mother’s hands over her face.

He was quiet for a moment.

“The transfer to your parents was never finalized?” he asked.

“I was going to do it today,continue reading …