Those two years were so calm and normal, I wish we’d stayed. Gram Gram baked almost every day and when me and Serenity came back from school, the house always smelled like sugar and vanilla.
I smile as I think about the time we spent living with Gram Gram and Pops, those were some of the happiest times of my life. Silver lining to Dad being incarcerated – we at least had a vehicle to move all our stuff in when we lost our house and had to move in with my grandparents. Unfortunately for my dad, this was a shining example of his bad decision making, and the RV I inherited when he was sent to jail for fraud, is a pile of crap and always has been. When my dad bought this crap heap RV back in the eighties, he was so proud to own a brand new vehicle. I have money, I could maybe get it fixed, but the last time I paid to get it patched up, the guy told me the engine was on its last legs and if it broke down again it’d end up costing me much more than the RV’s worth to fix it. Instead, I’m in Rockhead Point, population, not enough, and my car has stopped, literally just stopped. Why did my stupid shit heap of an RV have to break down here? I mean, yes, I’m in Montana which is the state I wanted to get to, but I’d planned to head for one of the bigger, more popular ski resorts hoping to find a job at a hotel or in a café.
Teeth gritted, I tip my head back and blink up at the bright winter sun taunting me in the sky above.
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