cummerbund.
Afterward, we stopped by
Pastor Keith’s lair. He
pounced, a white-
collared
tiger, with God’s A to Z
of baptism. Who knew
it was so hard to
qualify?
On the way home I mentioned
Dad’s plans for the coming
evening, omitting
you-know-what.
The scowl in the rearview
mirror said a whole
lot more than Mom
needed to.
“Jeez, Mom. I’ve only seen
him twice in the last
nine years. Cut me
some slack.”
That’s double what I’ve
seen him, says Leigh,
and that’s way
too much.
Still, Leigh Agreed to Watch Hunter
Dad’s picking me up in an hour.
We’re supposed to have dinner,
but I’m betting food is the last
thing on his mind. Mine, too,