They Uninvited Me For Christmas—So I Pulled The Funding

Power just went out mid-potluck. Mom is freaking. YELLING. Everything’s black.”

I stared at the message.

Then I checked my email.

There it was.

Confirmation that service to the Asheville property would end at 6 p.m. on December 24th.

I glanced at the time.

6:14 p.m.

They were already in darkness.

I didn’t reply.

I just leaned back, the bowl of soup warm in continue reading …