Thursday, November 26, 2009


by Robert Gryfft

"I'll be fine." I started the car.
Dad smiled wryly. "If you need to move back in, we could always make some compromises. A soundproof curtain in the middle of the room or..."
"Thanks," I interrupted. "I really appreciate it."
"We miss you," he said.
I sped home to my apartment full of unmuttered oaths.

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