Sunday morning I’m alone in the house. She never ceases to amaze me with her unconditional forgiveness. XXX His black hair is curly and thick and his brown eyes sparkle. Suddenly I realize it’d be all too easy for Tyler to get into drugs again, but what would happen if he got arrested? “How may I help you girls?” the lady asks as she leans over the counter. She shakes her head, mouthing the word sorry, but she’s not even heard the beginning from me. I glance back up to see Tyler simply looking at me. Tyler is quiet and sullen when he’s around and when he goes out with friends, nobody ever knows what he’s doing. Somehow, even though the peace is comforting, I wish I wasn’t alone. Dad’s sitting on the sofa with his legs up on the coffee table. I appear Monday during lunch, with my hands in my sweatshirt pockets.
