It’s been more than two and a half years since my mother left me with Grams so she could move to Hollywood to become a movie star.
Or, at least, the Gas-Away Lady, and then a recovering amnesiac in The Lords of Willow Heights—a soap so popular it’s just been canceled.
Yeah, it’s been more than two and a half years since she promised me she would get settled and send for me “soon,” but after about a year of broken promises and non-answers it finally sank in that I’m just a burden and an unwanted embarrassment—someone she wishes would just go away.
Or at least quit asking questions.
Especially questions about who my dad is.
But I have a problem with non-answers, and I have a problem with people who don’t keep their promises. So when the call came from Casey, I snapped.
Enough, as they say, is enough.