No Blow
She sat me down to the cake. It was a frowning face. She said, “Daddy? Guess what? Birthday wishes to yoooooouuuuu!” I could not speak. My jaw had been wired shut in the early AM. “And—” She was very bouncy and bubbly. “There’s a little bomb in there. Bombs are killers. Don’t ask me what type. I only know it’s… Read more →