My Family Complained When I Gave My Sister My Old Car Until She Demanded My New One

at 6:04 the next morning.

Her mother first. Then Richard. Then Megan. Then her mother again, then Richard again, and then a number she did not recognize, which turned out to be her aunt Carol, who had presumably been enlisted.

By 8:30, there were ninety-nine voicemails stacked on her screen. Not ninety-nine notifications. Ninety-nine messages.

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