it makes you feel any better,” I say, “you were kind of right.” It’s the wrong thing to tell her, but I’m too stoned to correct the damage. Brecky tries to speak, sniffs, dips her head down. I freeze, not sure I’m actually seeing what I’m seeing. This is horrifying. Brecky Tolliver doesn’t cry. I lean over and take her hand. We both pretend to watch TV. I think, Mel’s gonna shit when I tell her about this.
Oh honey
