their mouths are full, then venture,
“So, Dad. Tell me how you met Mom.”
HE MANAGES NOT TO CHOKE
But just barely. Kortni shoots
evil eye arrows. Touché, bitch.
Well, uh …, he beer-sputters.
You know how we met, right?
“Haven’t a clue. Neither of you
has ever really talked about it.”
Why does he need to discuss this
now? Kortni tries to interfere.
I look her dead in the eye. “This is not
your business. I want to know.”
S’all right, slurs Dad. Why not?
This is as good a time as any.
Remember I tol’ you ’bout my old
buddy Trey? Well, he was married
to your mom at the time, and they
had a little girl. Autumn. Pretty thing.
I used to take care of her while
Kristina worked. After Trey moved
out, of course. Always kind of felt
bad about her coming between us.
“Wait!” Hunter, me, Donald, David …
“Are you saying Mom has another daughter?
And what do you mean, ‘coming
between us’? Coming between who?”
Me and Trey. See, I was just
supposed to stay a few days.
But God. It was a bottomless