January 26, 2005 Like Last Week's Trash
“I never saw myself as a family man. But then there you were, so I thought I should give it a try… But I can’t do this any more.”
Silence filled the booth. He fidgeted with his empty Double Double wrapper. Across the table, Allison’s eyes were locked on the burnt, shriveled fries no one wanted.
“I’m gonna take you to a place where they’ll find you someone, they’ll take care of you.”
Allison gave a slow steady nod and she felt the world fall out from beneath her.
She’d have the same feeling every time she remembered her father.