Chapter Eleven
I texted my parents and said that I had something important I needed to discuss with them, and would it be okay if I came over?
My mother replied almost immediately. What’s the matter? Aren’t you at work?
I left early, I texted back. Are you busy?
No. I had a client earlier, but he’s gone back to his hotel. And your father is working on his book, but he can take a break.
I’ll be over in fifteen, I typed, then closed the messenger window.
My father was always working on a book. I honestly didn’t know how much those books actually earned him, since I’d always had the impression that a large chunk of the family’s income came from residuals from his television show Paranormality, even though it had been canceled years earlier, as well as the speaking engagements where he m
