PIERCE

Either Katy wasn’t in her home tonight, like she was supposed to be, or she’d hidden when I stopped by and knocked for four minutes on my way to Frankie’s house. The problem with Katy was I didn’t know how to direct her. If I told her what to do, it was almost a guarantee she’d do the exact opposite. Bossing Katy around did not work.

But neither did asking nicely. I rescued her from jail and gave her a ride home. The only thing I wanted was for her ...