OLIVIA“Are you going to Kelly’s birthday party tomorrow night?”
I looked up from the chart I was filling out to see Tracy in the doorway. “I don’t know. Probably not.”
“Why? Glen and I are going.”
“I don’t have anyone to watch Olivia.”
She frowned. “I guess asking your parents is out of the question?”
I nodded with a grin. “Yep. They aren’t really talking to me yet.”
Tracy gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry boo.”
“Yeah well. Do what I’ve done and you become the black sheep. I’m lucky Marco still speaks to me.”
Black sheep was an understatement. Mama and Papa were upset when I moved in with Trenton a little over three years ago. Her last words were ‘I hope you know what you’re doing. And that you don’t expect us to raise a child that he doesn’t want.’
I’d gone to visit them a
