Carrying the Rose
Keepsakes ( Story #1012 )
It’s not like Dad wasn’t half drunk at my first communion and sneaking out to the church parking lot at the reception to listen to the Ohio State game on the car radio.
I was six, had a pretty white dress, I knew, but I didn’t know enough to care.
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