I came home one night from being out with Johnny. Skip was at the kitchen table. My parents stopped talking when I walked in, so I knew it was bad. Skip looked lost, the world closing in around him. His girlfriend was pregnant. From my room, I could hear my parents. “You gotta do the right thing,” my dad said. “This girl is going to have a baby, and you gotta marry her.” Skip would have to stay in Galveston, all the different lives he might have had evaporating before his and our eyes.
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