much longer.
Finally, Mom whispered:
“What do you mean, you own it?”
“I mean I bought it.”
“When?”
“Six months ago.”
She didn’t respond.
I could practically hear her trying to process it.
“But… you said you found it for six thousand.”
“I said the vacation would cost six thousand.”
“You never told us—”
“You never asked.”
Mom’s voice changed.
“You own this house?”
“Yes.”
“And you let us come here?”
“I didn’t let you come here.”
She went quiet.
“You told me not to.”
Mom hung up.
I didn’t
