CHAPTER 12
Devon
Every Monday after school, Finn goes to his grandparents, and I pick him up there. Dad and Finn are making meatballs when I arrive. As usual, his opening line is to tell me where my mother is.
“She’s celebrating wine o’clock in the backyard,” Dad says.
After I’ve kissed my son and my father hello, I go to find my mother whom I consider to be one of my best friends. Ever since I came out of the closet at the tender age of sixteen, there isn’t a thing I haven’t confided in her.
“Mrs. Douglas,” I greet her.
“Ms. Douglas. Do sit.” She beams me a wide smile. “It’s lovely to see you, sweetie.”
An empty glass waits for me. Because she knows I’m not nearly as fond of pre-dinner wine as she is, my mother pours in only a finger.
“Has Finn been good?”
“Manageable. He left hi
