Twenty-four hours.
Return the proceeds.
Cooperate with corrective action.
Or face litigation.
The response arrived six hours later.
My father called.
Furious.
“How dare you threaten your own family?”
I almost laughed.
“You stole from me.”
“It wasn’t stealing.”
“You sold property you didn’t own.”
“We’re your parents.”
“And?”
The silence that followed was glorious.
For years they had expected that phrase to end every argument.
