Fallout (Crank 3)

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.