Upon my arrival, I immediately noticed both Jason and Michelle were different somehow, although I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. so I was close to my son Jason and daughter Michelle, who lived in the dorms. I enrolled my two twins (Philip and Michael) at a private school to begin their senior year, a perk of my new job, and I also qualified for living accommodations just off campus. Luckily (within a sea of not much luck at all during those tragic days), my wife's life insurance policy (she'd been a lawyer, while I'm the writer of a couple of decently received novels) paid off all our debts, and even left us a decent nest egg for emergencies.Īlso luckily, I was offered a job as a creative writing professor at the same college my two older children were attending, and my hours were light enough that I had some spare time to finish my third novel. I found the large industrial city very nerve-wracking, but I felt all of my children needed me, and following the tragic loss of their mother in a freeway accident, they were all I had left. We'd lived in a town of 5,000 for our entire lives, but wishing to be closer to my two grown children attending a small private college, I moved my entire family, including my eighteen-year-old twin sons, 250 miles north to a city of millions. Moving to Detroit was a huge change for us. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Note 1: This is dedicated to Brittany who requested this wicked tale.
