"I'm not sure I see it," I say, combing over the photo on a girl's phone. She's certain that her baby is actually our school's quarterback's kid. She is positively certain that he has his nose. I'll just have to take her word for it. I know better than to tell a woman that her baby's daddy isn't who she thinks it is. I've seen Maury.
She turns her glazed eyes to me one more time while struggling to focus. "Well, can I get one of those pills then?"
I wince. "I don't know, hon, you're already pretty loaded. Why don't we wait until tomorrow and get you some water for tonight? Hmmm?" She leans forward, scrambling to get a hold on the counter in order to stop herself from tumbling to the hardwood floor.
I don't know how I ended up on babysitting duty. This chick was already hammered when she walked in, and I don't even think she knows Kaden, so I start asking around for who she came with. A couple of Dave's friends come over to claim her.
