The man continued, extoling a wide array of platitudes that he said my father had possessed. I didn’t get to bothered by it, until the pastor described the deaths as the result of a tragic, unlucky accident.
Liar. The car crash had been tragic, yes, but in now way could it be simply described as an unlucky accident. Even though it had been early in the afternoon, father had already been drunk when he got in the car. Mother had offered to drive, but daddy wasn’t having any of it. Staying home meant the possibility of needing to change me, and he hadn’t done that in years and wasn’t going to get started again now.
