all that often. Also a sort
of jealousy because
of Hunter. I mean, she
and Grandpa Scott adopted
him. When I was younger, and
in foster care, I wondered
why him and not me?
And I thought it was
because they didn’t have
enough love to go around. Semi-
irrational, I know. I mean, they
couldn’t reasonably
take in all of Mom’s
kids. And now, it seems,
they did take me in, at least for
a little while. But then, how
did I end up with Dad?
BACK TO THE ORIGINAL QUESTION
I wait for him to drop the butt
of his cigarette into the foam
at the bottom of the Pabst can.
Sssss! The sound is snakelike.
Don’t much like snakes.
“So did Grandma Marie know
you were my father or what?
Did you know each other?”
Dad chuckles. We had met once.
Let’s just say it didn’t go so well.
Your grandmother didn’t think much
of me, or of any of Kristina’s men.