Oliver
"Okay, let"s hear it," Taylor demands, her arm draped over Jimmy Chew, who is gnawing on her hair.
I survey the dog park. “You go first.”
“Me?” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “Fine.”
I wait, but she remains silent. Finally, she mumbles something so quietly I almost miss it. “Sometimes my dad hits my mom."
I wait for her to say more, but she"s looking at me like she"s expecting some sort of excessive reaction. "That"s it?"
"Well, yeah?" Aggravation spikes in Taylor"s voice. "It"s messed up, right?"
"Yeah, it"s messed up," I say, feeling bad because I was not expecting Taylor to lose the bet so easily.
"Once, I saw him stuff her head in the toilet. He was trying to drown her, Oliver. In. The. Toilet."
Toilet."Wow." I feel like I should be asking her more questions, but I can"t
