A Judge Sat at the Defense Table in Her Own Courtroom as Her Parents Tried to Sue Her

in four words: Connie. Let the girl talk.

My father stood, his chair scraping the hardwood. He said two thousand dollars a month was fair rent anywhere. I had eaten their food. I had used their utilities.

Uncle Frank didn’t look up from his plate. Dale, he said, two thousand a month for a bedroom in this town is more than my mortgage.

And Aunt Ruth, from continue reading …