Chapter 7Nathan left for Toronto this weekend. Some sales conference. If it weren’t for salespeople, the hotel and food industry would go bankrupt.
“Be good,” he said, as he walked out the front door. “I’ll call you tonight. Have a good time with your folks.”
A good time with my folks. That was like asking me to enjoy guilt free anal s*x.
Tonight, at my parents, Mom looked well. Dad, not so much.
“Aunt Fran passed by this afternoon.” Mom scooped some instant mash potatoes on my plate. “Poor thing.”
There was nothing poor about Aunt Fran.
“Says she’s been thinking about reuniting with God.”
I smashed some fried onions into my potatoes. When Aunt Fran reached the pearly gates, I had a feeling God would ask her to hurry up before he changed his mind.
“Have you been to church lately?”
