"You say you are desperate. Desperate times and all of that." We sat in silence for a long time. I pictured myself, I don't know, going to some seedy place in town...or going on a website...It was just too...And then Anthony Jr...How would I even...No. No this was not even...
"I can't do that," I said, "It is just...it is wrong," I said. But I wasn't even really sure I thought it was wrong. I just knew I couldn't do that.
"Well, barring that, you are right. There is only one solution," Joanne said. I furrowed my brow.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I hadn't suggested anything.
"You don't work, you don't eat," Joanne shrugged, "Push the baby bird out of the nest. Give him no choice but to fly." There was a hard feeling in the pit of my stomach. The thing I had always avoided thinking abou
