From the author: I am Scum
On the one hand, I was a rat. I'd abandoned my steadiest acquaintance of recent days. On the other hand, she really did need therapy, and it would be nice to have my life back again.
I stood looking at Baby there in that clean, manicured cement driveway, and I knew I couldn’t just leave.
I ran back and rang the doorbell. Uncle Joe answered himself, and looked at me like he had the cops on speed dial and was waiting for an excuse to press it. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, uh … I’m...