Happy Valentines

On Friday, Valentine’s Day, I went out with Tommy. I felt bad about Daddy, home alone. The last woman he’d slept with that I know of (besides me), was Mrs. Trefethen, who was married anyway. He said it didn’t matter, that Valentine’s didn’t mean anything to him, but I think he was just encouraging me

Doing Laundry

We returned to the hotel after dinner and I stopped at the front desk to get laundry detergent so I could wash Daddy’s laundry, he got an ice cream and I handed the young man behind the desk the last of my cash and smiled. I noticed the tattoos on his neck and arms as