“Get down from there right this second, you headache of a person!”
My mother’s nagging voice droned in my head as she shouted from below. She was standing outside in her robe, the crusty remains of yesterday’s makeup still clinging to her face as she held one hand above her brows shielding her eyes from the morning sun.
I sat dangling my legs over the rusted gutter of our single level home, con...
