Chapter 4: Three Hundred Houses and Counting
The One Who Leaves, a memoir
*This chapter is going to pick up from the story in the prologue of when the cops raided our home when I was three years old and arrested my parents. If you missed the prologue, read it here.
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Perry offered to drive us the three hours to Vegas so I could focus on Mom. It wasn’t every day I got her all to myself, let alone for a whole weekend. She’s like a bright balloon that floats just out of reach, hovering high enough I can never quite grab on.
As we backed out of the driveway of Grandma’s house I turned to Mom in the backseat and asked, “How come the cops raided our house anyway?”
I thought she’d be surprised by the question, but she didn’t even flinch. “Because Moo Moo,” she said, like it was obvious. “I robbed like three hundred houses.”
“Damn, three hundred?” I said. “Why?”