1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

letter a second time. The words did not change. The proposition remained exactly the same. He was asking me to participate in a covert operation to protect his ego. He wanted to buy my forgiveness for the price of a midweek lunch special in downtown St. Louis. He wanted to sit in a leather booth, order a sandwich, and pretend the worst day of my life continue reading …