CHAPTER 28
It’s impossible for me to sit in Orchard Grove without thinking about Daddy. Thinking about the church wedding he never got to see. Thinking about my first few months married to Chris. I dropped out of college. Only one semester left to go, but I couldn’t make it. Mom clucked her tongue, certain my poor taste in husband material had something to do with my failure to graduate, even though hard as she tried that woman couldn’t find one legitimate fault in Chris.
I hate how I can’t even go to a Sunday service without having all these shadows from the past pressing down on me. Some people keep track of time by the ages of their kids or the dates of major life events. My calendar’s tied to the biggest crashes. A few months after we married, I came to peace with Daddy’s death. That
