Taking Brittany Home
TAKING BRITTANY HOME ”Daddy, can you come pick us up?” “Hey, sweetie,” I spoke into my cell phone. Ashley, my eighteen-year-old daughter, sounded concerned. “So soon? Who’s ‘us’”? “Brittany and me. You know my friend, Brittany?” “Yeah, sure. baby. You’re still at Melinda’s?” “Yes, daddy. Can you come now?” It was a Friday night in … Read more