"You keep swearing she's a good girl!" my Mother continues her tirade. "You keep trying to convince me that she's nothing like you or I used to be, that I've been too hard on her. The jokes on you, isn't it?" she laughs mirthlessly. "If I hadn't come home early to help my Sister with some last minute cookies for her PTA meeting tonight, I bet you she would probably have gotten her little slut self pregnant by the time we got home!"

My eyes filled with angry tears.

That lying bitch!

I hadn't been sprawled out at all; I had been fully clothed, my knees bent up on the...