I end up with you when
Mom went to prison?”
He looks at me like I’m
speaking Chinese. Hasn’t
anyone ever told you this
stuff? Not your mom? Not
my mom? Seriously?
“If someone had, I wouldn’t
be asking, Dad. Not like
I need to have stories
repeated. I’m not a little kid.”
He smiles tightly. Even when
you were little, you never
did want to hear the same
story twice. Buying books
for you was a waste of money,
not that we ever had a whole
lot to waste. So, okay, how
much, exactly, do you know?
“Only what you told me at
Thanksgiving. That she was
married to your old friend, Trey,
and that you broke them up.”
HE COCKS HIS HEAD
Reaching way back into his brain,
trying to locate that night.
I said that? Guess I was pretty
buzzed. Don’t remember it at all.
Yes, Trey and I were friends, and I was
passing through. Don’t remember