Ten years ago, I got married on a humid June day. Ten years and a day, I boarded a plane. First class. A fantasy honeymoon with my fantasy man. Ten years and three days later, I landed.
After flying for two days, the opposite side of the earth is a hard place at 9 in the morning.
The book sale crush dissolved. Only two people in the room. I gathered up my wad of money and my sign-ey pen and got ready to head to the car.
Only we were down a body.
Dad’s very large and gassy body.
Mom and I scoured the Kershaw County School District building. Because this was ROY, after all.Continue Reading
“Roy, why are you wearing those pants? Those are the worst pair of pants you own. Why don’t you—”
“Mom, just stop. He’s probably using them as his trial pair. WHEN HE MESSES THESEContinue Reading
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