My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

the original claim, because the story was the thing that made the claim feel legitimate retroactively. If he could establish, even in a few people’s minds, that I had done something wrong, then what he had done became less visible.

I knew this and I had prepared for it and I was still not entirely certain what form it would take.

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