“Hey, Lydia,” I called out, stomping through the kitchen. “Lydia! Where you at, sis?”“In here,” my father grunted from the living room. I popped my head in to see him sprawled on the couch as usual, my pregnant sister kneeling between his
“Hey, Lydia,” I called out, stomping through the kitchen. “Lydia! Where you at, sis?”“In here,” my father grunted from the living room. I popped my head in to see him sprawled on the couch as usual, my pregnant sister kneeling between his
