Road Trip

July 02, 2016

Road Trip

At the end of summer, Claire moved out of her beloved and superbly-priced Mission studio, since she was heading off to business school.  

She loaded her clothes, Craigslist-scored Le Corbusier chaise, and pre-med books into a rental car.  We drove down to our parents’ place in Rowland Heights.

I thought the drive was going well, when I heard her say over my voice, “Do you . . .  ever . . . stop . . . talking?”




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