“I thought it might have been you,” my dad said, smiling, amused. One of my favorite things about him was that he rarely got mad at you; my mother was far more unpredictable. Sometimes she’d just yell at you, but other times she’d lock herself in her room for hours and ignore everyone and everything. Kinda like me! She also prays a lot when she’s upset. She’s not crazy religious or anything, but she believes in heaven and hell. Come to think of it; I do too; I’ve experienced hell on earth before, just as I have with heaven. Heaven and hell are just a state of mind.
“I-I can explain!” I squeaked. I had forgotten how high-pitched my voice was before puberty; it practically reached ultrasound. I’m pretty sure I was part dolphin as a kid.
“Son, it’s okay; I did the same thing about fifty t
