monthly grocery bill.
Allison came out of the house before I’d even finished unhitching the trailer. She was still in pajamas and her hair was tangled and she looked very young and very frightened, which made what I was about to do harder but not wrong.
“Dad.” Her voice cracked. “What are you doing?”
“Picking up the car.”
“You can’t. That’s my car.”
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