Linda Floyd

Dad.
“Hook me up with some tequila,” I say. If the vodka didn’t do the trick, tequila definitely will

Acknowledging each other in passing doesn’t qualify me to break out a notepad and leather sofa and talk about her feelings.

What are you doing here?”
“Drinking.” It’s truthful and sounds better than prowling for a hookup.

. It’s okay. I’m alright.”
She’s not. She’s going to fall apart and tell me the whole story any minute now.