It’s just … I really need to talk to you.” I’m at church, sitting directly behind Aubrey, whispering into her ear. Her father, Pastor Simpson, has just finished his sermon; I watch as he briskly walks up the aisle past us. Now the worship team take their places onstage and are about to sing their...
The kitchen is littered with dirty dishes, empty beer bottles, and a variety of pot paraphernalia, and there is a note from my dad taped to the refrigerator. It reads: There’s a full moon tonight so Labor & Delivery is already a zoo. If I’m lucky I’ll see you guys in the morning. Dad. Inside ...