But she didn’t come home that night, or the next. I kept expecting Jenna to ask me where her mommy went, but she didn’t. Finally I asked herwhat had happened. “Mommy went away,” she told me. “She said she loves me but she couldn’t stay. When do you think she’s coming back?”
“She just up and left?” Dave asks, incredulous. “No calls, no e-mails, nothing?”
I shake my head. “Beginning of the summer, she walks out. Leaves me with a little girl I have to watch after, you know? It’s hard being the only parent. I had to cut back my hours at work so I could take her to school and pick her up, do the shopping, do everything. Then they made some cutbacks and I lost my job. I was on unemployment for a few months, but it barely paid the bills.”
Dave’s voice is low and vicious. “The bitch. I never did like her, you know.”
“No, really?” I laugh into my beer. “I couldn’t tell.”
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