Shoulda known that boy’d never let her go. Not like I never seen them bottomless pit types before. Her daddy’s the same damn way, all ca’mon baby and gimmegimme. What’d the fool ever give me, besides her and some maxed-out credit cards? Tried putting her off them kinda boys, but I reckon it’s true the apple don’t fall far from the tree. Be different if the boy’d serenade her or something, if he ain’t just stand there. Tried telling the sheriff how a restraining order’s just a piece of paper. Ain’t gonna do much good once the boy’s tired’ a standing.
By Vela Damon