I can’t get what happened with Mona out of my head, so I’m happy I time it right and Brittany is back at the playground. Just assuming her father is getting lucky again. Same swing set. Same swings. I happened to grab a pack of Jolly Ranchers earlier and, trying not to appear like every parent’s nightmare, when she approaches, I offer her one. Girls’ day out.
I keep questions to a minimum because I don’t know where we stand since last time. I don’t want to come off like a creep. She takes the candy though. And thanks me.
Brittany has sleeping issues. She doesn’t tell me this. Too many memories of her parents arguing after she’d gone to bed when they still lived together. Her dreams are dark and abstract, and scary.
I see an opportunity.
“At night, asleep, sometimes I feel like a part
