DECEMBER

”Come on, come on!” I resist the urge to honk the horn of the mail van while I wait impatiently for the car in front of me to finish turning right. I’m late to meet Orla at her doctor’s appointment. After we talked, I said I want to be here for all of it. I survived an awkward dinner with her dad when she told him I fathered her baby, and he said absolutely nothing for seven straight minutes before nodding and shaking my hand.

Then ...