seventh grade. She keeps it in her contacts under his first name. Ryan. Not Dad.
Travis came along when Kaylee was seven.
Keep reading — tap the button below to continue.He sells seed corn and soybeans out of a pole shed north of town. He came into the dental clinic where I work with a cracked molar.
I cleaned his teeth for two whole years before he asked me to supper.
He told me later that he’d been scheduling his six-month cleanings at five months. So he could see me
