My Family Toasted

is where Dad chose to do it,” I said.

Her eyes filled. Real tears this time. Maybe for me. Maybe for herself. Maybe for the fact that the script had slipped from everyone’s hands.

Dad placed both palms flat on the table.

“The deal hasn’t closed.”

“No,” I said. “It hasn’t.”

“Then I can terminate.”

I nodded. “You can try.”

Something flickered in his eyes.

He continue reading …