“The hell do you want?” My sister’s voice always managed to make me cringe inwardly. “An explanation for starters,” I snapped. “Where are you?” “Where are you?” she mimicked me in a high-pitched Muppet voice that I’d always hated. I heard a prolonged exhale. “Are you smoking in my car?” “Looks like it’s my car now.” “You know what? Forget the car. We have bigger things to discuss. You have a daughter! A daughter you abandoned in a motel room.” “Got shit to do. Can’t have a kid holding me back for the next while. Got something big in the works. Why ya think I named her Waylay? Figured she could
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