I squirmed nervously in my seat as I drove out to Patti’s house. I didn’t have a plan, or a story… just a purpose. I pulled into short driveway outside of their run down double wide trailer. Both Patti and her mother were away at work, so her father would be home with the younger kids. I knocked at the door timidly, and cringed when he bellowed, “Its open!”
Patti’s father had always intimidated me. He was a huge man, broad shouldered, bald-headed, and loud. He’d grown up in NYC and he’d been a cop for 15 years until a bullet in his spine had landed him in a wheelchair. He was still huge to me, even in the chair. His shoulders were still broad and muscled, even as his legs were small and atrophied.
“Oh hey Danni. Patti is not here, she’s got work tonight, didn’t she tell you?” Mr
