Chapter Twelve
Angel
“Did you get the flowers like I told ya to do?” Dad barked into the phone.
“Yes, Dad,” I sighed. “But, what if he doesn’t care for that kinda crap?”
“Even if he’s not into flowers and s**t, it will make the dude happy. Trust me on this. Whenever your Mom gets cranky about stuff, all I have to do is order her a bunch of flowers, and her foul mood disappears. It’s like f*****g magic, Angel. Never forget that.”
Drawing class had just ended, and I was standing in the studio wearing only a robe, my back to the departing students. A finger tapped my shoulder, and I spun around to see a girl holding her sketch pad up, so I could look at her drawing of me.
“Dad, I gotta go. I’m at work.” The student mouthed the words, “I’m sorry,” and started to walk away, but I held a f
