Umber (33.8 — Lorna’s Story)
June 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
My granddaughters and I left the next day. Several weeks later, I received a letter from Vera with a photo of their “house.” It was a tent on a wooden frame in the middle of a lumber camp. “I am so sorry we couldn’t invite you there,” she wrote. “Leroy didn’t want his sisters to see where he lived.”
I wrote to Leroy and told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to grow up, quit his gambling, and be responsible enough to hold down a decent job. Especially now that Vera was expecting.