My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

instead of ramen, went on dates that led nowhere. I called my mom every Sunday, because grief makes routines feel important.
Sometimes, when my bank balance dipped lower than I liked, I thought about that three thousand dollars somewhere in Richard’s life.
The anger would flicker… then fade.
I convinced myself that was the whole story: my uncle took advantage continue reading …