Chapter 19

• I knew as soon as I dialed and heard his voice that he was still pissed off from the night before. I’d fucked up again. This time he didn’t like the way I exhaled. Breathing was another thing I wasn’t getting right.
• It was a Sunday, and his car wouldn’t start. He was storming around, aggravated because we had so much to do. Our son needed a haircut, and to be dropped off at a friend’s house, and we needed to get to Mass, and it seemed we were going to miss now. It was the third time the car had given him trouble in two months. It was understandably frustrating, and I wanted to help. I grabbed my phone to try to figure out where we could have it towed, and in doing so, I let out a deep breath. That’s when the shit hit the fan.
• “What’s that for?” he barked.