Daddy’s cell rang a tune: Kenny Rogers, fine time to leave me Lucille. Daddy always loved that man. Bet he wished mom was called Lucille not Miryam. Daddy took the call foot hard to the floor. The car slidin’ all over an empty road, trees both sides full of wolves my stomach muscle tight like tennis strings.
“No, sweetheart I-“
“Well yes baby, that’s-“
“SHIT Miryam will you EVER let me FIN-“
Daddy misjudged a curve and we overshot: went over the edge and down through trees, Molly screaming, the little man who’d took over daddy’s heart laughing like crazy. Then we hit a rock and everything stopped.