“She was a good person,” Toby said, as if he was trying to convince himself. He nuzzled his temple against my knee.

“It’s blowjob never blow job. ATM is not where you take money out of a machine.”

My mother’s death had punctured some hole in me that drained all my confidence and joy. Everything felt wrong, so I did nothing, backing out of meetings with producers, retreating from every door success opened.

I wasn’t pedaling across town to Capitol Hill because some legislative type was too embarrassed to rent porn videos in person.

That was his thing, though, slamming doors. Chrissy often held her middle finger up at it once he left, just in case he came back into the room to apologize.

We know our place and keep to it. We believe our place to be all places. We find the crack like water. We crawl. We beg. We scream. We tapdance. We sing. We sing. We sing.