I hated it because this was my fault, her father’s fault, her mother’s fault, my mother’s fault. It was all of ours, but swallowing a curse, I went and squatted in front of her. I patted my thighs. “Come on.” She moved in a flash, like a spider monkey. She came in, wound her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I stood, a hand on her ass to keep her in place. She got even tighter to me, burrowing her head into my neck.
