So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.

Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

Was the fun in the fall?