CHAPTER SEVEN
It took me weeks to recover from our visit to Central State Hospital, and I still wasn't ready to confront my father, but at least my life was no longer a question mark. I wasn't religious, but I prayed for my tortured mother. I never went to church, so I really did not know how to pray. As with all things, I shared my concerns with Jake, who offered to help.
“I’m not the authority on anything godly, Kat. But I’ll do some research.”
A short time later, Jake returned from the library and promptly informed me that God did not care about technique. “According to my research, God’s not a stickler for ceremony, Kat, as long as you don’t pray while killing puppies.”
Jake’s mother heard his comment and told him it was inappropriate and inaccurate, so he should apologize.
“I’m s
