Prefatory Note: the following are stories I made up out of whole cloth, just like last week. Again, the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and anyone else I think doesn’t need a good cancelling.
THREE
The twins’ mother drops them off at 10 am before the shit hit the fan.
“They’re your problem for the rest of the week,” she said with a smile as she pushed them into my house with their miniature suitcases before riding off in a Camaro with her current boy toy, Todd. Continue reading
