Chapter Two
Tiffany
We’d had a particularly hard day at the Dairy King, the little café my parents bought seven years back. We’d moved out of the Dallas suburb of Seagoville when they bought the place in Carthage. The café came along with a small two-bedroom house that sat behind it. Mom and Dad, along with my younger brother and sister, had moved into it, and I got a small apartment not too far from them for my daughter and me to live in.
With Jasmine at my parents’, I decided to hit the local bar, The Watering Hole, for a little drink before going home myself. Dad had put corndogs on sale for a quarter at the Dairy King, and the whole town had to have what seemed like five apiece. I’d spent the entire day on the fryer. My legs ached, my back hurt, and my brain was just about as deep f
