At the moment, however, I didn’t want any more metaphysical discussions or lectures about how this latest spike strip in the highway of my life wasn’t of any real import compared to the grand sweep of human history. Okay, I couldn’t really argue that point. I knew that eventually I’d get over it, and I’d probably even think the little bugger was cute if it ended up taking more after my dad than Traci. Right then, though, I just wanted someone to tell me that yeah, this pretty much stank — and not just for me, but for Lisa as well and Jeff particularly. How my mother would take the news, I wasn’t sure. Very likely, she’d just light another incense stick, go into a lotus position, and meditate on the cycle of life and birth. Or she could fly into a rage and get one of her buddies from her cr
