Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

All of it. I’d been so busy being angry about the past that I missed my mother becoming the person she was always meant to be.

Over the next week, the Monday crew came back every day. Not just Mondays. Every single day. To work through the list.

I worked with them.

We planted the rosebushes along the fence in morning sun. Eddie fixed the pipe behind continue reading …