No More Free Rides For Her

Synopsis

Linda Brooks, my brother James Foster's wife, had been borrowing my car for six months, but she never once put gas in it. Every time she returned it, the gas gauge sat on the last bar, barely above empty. When I said something, she'd always wave it off. "We're family. Why quibble over this?" This time, I drove my tank all the way down to the red line before lending it to her. I never expected James to call that night, yelling before I could even speak, "I just put 150 dollars' worth of gas in last month! How is there none left?" I froze, completely stunned.