It was a stubborn thing to do, and I knew it. But sometimes a dog can’t help but go back to smell its own vomit. Right after Lorenzo helped me get my stuff, I decided to sneak back on my own and try to deal with Chester myself — on the off chance he’d returned to the trailer. It would be better this way. Especially since every time I talked about my father, Lorenzo clenched and unclenched his fists as if he were getting ready to punch someone. The cab driver dropped me off at the corner of the mobile park, and my emotions felt out of control as I walked toward the home I’d been locked out of. I began to shake as I imagined Chester yelling at me, mentally drumming up in my mind some of the more terrible insults he used to keep me in line. My toes and fingers tingled as I made my way to the
