Chapter 48: English Class

I never went to church as a kid. My parents subscribed to a vague spirituality centered on the handful of times they’d dropped acid together in the seventies. They weren’t against religion, but they didn’t trust it either. Of course, when it came to Christmas, all bets were off. We sang carols around my dad’s guitar till dawn each year with howling voices grizzled by the need to overpower the buzzing amplifier.

But Tonya was a diehard devotee of every biblical law there was, except, I guess, f...