The heater hummed and cut through the December chill as I drove home through familiar streets. The South Hills spread out around me, every corner of the neighborhood holding memories of the man I once was: the man who believed that family was everything, the man who would have given his last dollar to see his son smile. That man was a fool.
I stopped at a red light at 29th and Grand Streets and watched a young father load Christmas presents into his truck, his children pressing their faces against the window, excited, steaming. It used to be like this…
Michael. Before I met Isabella. Before I was nothing more than a walking ATM struggling with unpleasant feelings.
The numbers started spinning in my head like a broken slot machine. $2,800 a month for five years. My calculator lost interest when I finally added it up last spring. $140,000. More money than Maria and I had saved for our entire retirement years.
To see the full cooking times, turn to the next page or click the Open (>) button and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
For complete cooking times, go to the next page or click the Open button (>), and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
