The Landlord's Journal

o inherit their wealth because he was an only child. Then I was born, and he got promoted, and the company gave us a n

she only accepted the personal items of the ladies and not the big stuff, like the blankets and sheets. But it

with the constant threat that she'd stop washing my clothes if I wasn't on the Dean'

ow, all she was good for was for doing the laundry and keeping hou

and my dad's almost intuitive ability to get the grades he aimed for, and eventually, the jobs he wanted, perhaps my smart ge

the arrow that William Tell shot into the apple on his son's head. Before my dad lef

s in the Playboy magazines my friends would sneak into our hangout, and I would affirm it – th

he was taller than Mama and he smoked. He liked his face clean-shaven and took special care with it every morning. And he romanced Mama until the

y myself. A bit late, I know, and it was worrying me to death, but I couldn't tell my friends

s from the ladies. It had slipped her mind that there was also a PTA Meeting at my school, and the agenda w

deliver the clothes first and then come back home and get ready for the meeting.