We had pizza. Mom fell asleep over her third piece, and Tristan and I walked her to her bedroom. I hadn’t been in it since I’d found Dad’s nudie magazines in his underwear drawer just when I was in the throes of finding out they did nothing for me. I didn’t tell him that though. I just let him smirk, look proud, and then punish me to please Mom. For now, we just took her shoes off and put a blanket over her.
Back in the kitchen, I went over some notes my sisters had left for me. There were some medical reports, several from a psychiatrist, and then a file folder labeled Police Reports. In the middle of reading these, Tristan brought me a whiskey bottle and two small glasses. “Did you get to the one about breaking into the pet store and freeing all the animals?” He poured an inch of whiske
