A week goes by before I finally hear anything from my father. I'm sitting at my piano downstairs, lost in a melody of pain and sorrow when my phone buzzes against the cherrywood finish of my baby grand.
Hey. I just got an eviction notice. I have to pay the two months' back rent or I'm going to lose the trailer.
The handset is still cradled between my two hands when I drop them to my lap with a huff of exasperation. Fuck.
I toggle over to my Venmo app, seeing that I've got a fair amount of money in there. Almost enough to cover the cost. I should have more in my bank account.
I fill out the "send money" form several times, before deleting it with complete irritation at myself before filling it out all over again.
