a connoisseur of terrible desserts.
By 11:48, my father and Derek were taken to the station. My mother was not handcuffed, but she had to go in too. She looked at me once before she left.
“You don’t know what your father has been under,” she said.
I said nothing.
I could’ve said a lot. I could’ve asked what Lucy had been under when they cashed her checks.continue reading …
