My Baby Girl
'Honey,' my wife said from across the room, 'it's getting late, can you go get Sara? She was supposed to call, and I can't reach her. She should be home by now.......' Echoing my concerns, after all, this is a school night!Sara had run out a few hours before to her friend Megan's house for a mid-week study party. I had no delusions that they were doing much studying, more likely getting stoned and drinking crappy booze. Lately my wife had taken to prodding me to walk in on her anytime we...