They Stole The Log Cabin My Grandfather Left Me And Learned The Deed Still Had My Name

across town, got a second job on top of the restaurant work, and started, slowly, paying back the actual value of what had been stolen and broken along the way, including, in her own small joke about it, the water glasses she’d dropped that first day I found her.

Our relationship afterward was strange, and I want to be honest about that rather than continue reading …