|Mom & Betsy|
Chasing Betsy has legs, or so I was told by a lovely agent at a recent workshop. She also mentioned punctuation problems. Lots and lots of renegade commas, and ... okay, okay, stop nodding, I promise to take an English for Dummies course, but in the meantime, it's just bits of truth twisted into fiction.
Be brutal, if Rob can't make me cry, neither can you. Big hugs for even looking.
This is my last trip to the house of crazy. I can't bring myself to use the front door, which annoys my grandmother and entertains me. I wouldn't come home but Pops is ill and I need to be with him. Standing alone, in the dark alley behind the house, it hits me. This might be the last time I’ll ever see my grandfather, Pops, the only family member who loves me, who gets me. I wait a minute and then fumble along the fence until my fingers slide over the latch and what feels like a padlock. I’ve been locked out. Well crap, what did I expect? Four years is a long time.