Chapter Four
For the next four days Damon lives in the trailer with me.
Mostly he disappears during the day. He isn’t there when I get off the bus. But he always comes back at night. He works through the trigonometry book with me, teasing me when I get the answer right, encouraging me when I don’t.
“Won’t your dad lose his s**t if he sees me in his bed?” he asks.
“I lock the deadbolt,” I say. “Even Daddy would have to knock to get in. And I’d wake you up before I opened the door. How did you get in, anyway?”
“The kitchen window.”
There’s barely a foot and a half in that space. Only enough for the feral cats in the neighborhood to sneak in and have a drink from the leaky faucet and dash out again.
He doesn’t act like Daddy. There are no rules and no drinking. But he does take care of
