While my parents were making dinner tonight, My Fucking Father's cellphone rang. Mother answered it. It was for My Fucking Father, who enthusiastically answered. It was someone named, if I recall correctly, "David!"

I don't know the details, but I think I overheard him saying something about selling something.

I think it's The Store.

I think My Fucking Father has just sold The Store.

My life, as I have always known it, is over.