The Rom-Commers

by Katherine Center

This had to be just normal birthday weeping. Didn’t everybody cry involuntarily on their birthday?

And Charlie, like a reflex, reached up and wiped it away. Like you might do for someone you cared about.

“A six-foot-three backwoodsman with a butt like a quarterback wearing a longhorn belt buckle and ostrich boots. But it happened. What am I supposed to do?”

L O L

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” he said then. “I would write a hundred happy endings for us if I could.”

My dad got certified as a reverend online for thirty-five dollars, insisted we all start calling him Reverend Dad, and then served as our officiant.

Reverend Dad lol