Dear Lily,

I can't believe I am about to tell you this, but its too late to stop now.

Once we piled into the car, your father and me in the back seat with Larry driving and Everett on the passenger side, I had to ask, “Larry, how did you know to come get us?”

In response, Larry first pushed the car’s gas pedal to the floor and I was jostled a bit when the car fishtailed. “Between his romps with Bridget O’Neil and the inappropriate amount of time he spends with Deidre…”

“Deidre?” Dave all but yelled.

“Yes, Dave.” I interjected and came clean. “I didn’t tell anyone because I was afraid no one would believe me. I followed him upst...

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