maybe your Grandma Marie.
But I don’t think so. Last I heard,
they’d dropped out of sight.
Dust in the distance signals
Kortni’s imminent return. As
the dirt cloud nears and the engine
rumble closes in, I ask one last
burning question. “Did you ever
think maybe you weren’t my father?”
No hesitation. Of course. Not
like your mom was exactly what
you could call faithful, especially
not with crystal involved. She swore
she’d only been with me, but once
a liar, always a liar. First thing we
did when we brought you home
was get us tested. You’re mine.
THAT’S A GOOD THING, RIGHT?
Better to know for sure where
you come from than to go
through life wondering, even
if you’re not really certain you
like where you come from. Right?
Something to ponder.
Along with everything Dad
just confessed. Kortni pulls up,
parks, starts unloading bags
of groceries. Dad goes to help,
and I should too.
But I want to talk to Kyle.