Sometimes I feel like I’m ten again, a child they expect to behave in predictable ways
I haven’t seen Rus since she robbed me of twenty thousand dollars.
Twenty thousand, if you add all the costs. Three thousand for repairs because I didn’t have collision insurance, weeks of an unreliable car that just wasn’t going to be revived from the dead. Another five hundred for Ubers during that miserable month when I hadn’t come to terms with the fact that my van was a lost cause. Twenty-five hundred for the temporary rental. Fifteen thousand for the used minivan we’d finally gotten to replace it, thanks to predatory interest rates and No. Choice. At all.
And that wasn’t even the full cost. Ma and Ta had chipped in, for my silence. It hadn’t been phrased like that, but it had been implied. Rus has so much going on, Malky. She doesn’t need this on her plate, too.
Right. I’ve been protecting Rus since I turned two. I know the drill.
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