Author: MISTER DRAMA

PART2 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed.

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“What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing …

PART2 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed. Read More

PART3 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed.

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Rebecca’s photograph still gone. “Where is …

PART3 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed. Read More

PART4 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed.

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Enough. Marcus visited only when invited …

PART4 : My own son stood in the doorway of the mountain lodge I had built with my hands and said, “What’s a bottom-feeder like you doing in my place?” I tried my key. It didn’t work. Marcus had changed the locks. Behind him, his wife’s entire family was living inside my lodge, using my furniture, my kitchen, even the workshop where I had taught him how to build things. His mother-in-law told me, “This is our home now.” Marcus claimed I had given him the $340,000 property as a wedding gift. His wife backed him up. Her brother even warned me they had “rights” because they had lived there for eight months. I looked at my son and asked one question: “Whose name is on the deed?” Nobody answered. So I drove away. That night, I opened my fireproof safe and pulled out a folder they apparently had forgotten existed. Read More