Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

I thought I’d sign some papers, clean out her things, and list it by Friday.

The house was worse than I expected. Paint peeling off in sheets. Gutters hanging loose. The porch railing was rotted through. She’d been sick for over a year and there was nobody to help her keep it up.

Or so I thought.

The first night, I fell asleep on her couch surrounded continue reading …