One of the Boys

My 3 highlights

• asked my brother if he thought our dad was high. “Yes,” he said. “Good,” I said.

• My father yelled down from the window. We ran upstairs. Inside, he was standing in his boxers, just out of the shower. “Nivea me,” he said. Our job was to rub lotion all over his body.

• “I’ll be a freshman,” I lied. “Where do you guys work?” “Gals.” “What?” “Gals. We are women. I’m sure you noticed.”