I Was Sitting in the Bar on a Monday NightChapter 4
‘She’ held out her arms and the fly met the spider. “Look, I understand. I really do. After my sister killed herself, I felt such loss, more than when my mom overdosed. I was all alone, until the Jackson’s, my foster family, adopted me. Then I was part of a family instead of a temporary boarder.” “I’m a little too old to be adopted. Are you going to adopt me?” “If I have to in order to save you.” “Why?” “Why save you?” “I guess.” “Or is the question, “Why am I worth saving”?” “I can...