Tina Hanson
We pulled up by the river, and I checked my messages… [TinaHanson: RU there?] It took him a while to answer. [Yeah, I’m just having trouble finding the spot.] [Where RU?] [On MLK, I just passed a church.] [Well, don’t text and drive, you don’t want to get pulled over.] He called me, “Hello?” “I just passed United Methodist.” “United Methodist?” “That’s the wrong way,” my dad shook his head, “Tell him to turn around.” “Who’s that?” “Just turn around, and look for the Purina Plant. Just past that, there’s a parking lot underneath the highway.” I hung up, and waited, but first of all: He’s not my real dad, he’s my step-dad, and don’t worry. He never touched me, I’m way too young, and skinny for his taste. He loves my mom, he married …