During a blistering hot weekend, Doug, Shawn and I decided that we needed to go camping in the mountains near Flagstaff. It was just the thing to escape the heat and the mounting tension in the apartment between Cindy and I.
   I had found work at McDonald's. It wasn't a great job, but it paid the bills, if very little else, now that my savings were completely depleted. Cindy had not yet found work, spending most of her days out, but I was not sure doing what. It had been a particularly stressful week that began with sending Cindy on a grocery run with the last of my money. We didn't have so much as a Kool-Aid packet left in the house, much less food at that point.
   When she returned, she excitedly showed me what she had purchased, cases of Ho-Ho's,...

Please subscribe to keep reading.