He couldn't say exactly when it fell off, was sometime during the night when he was asleep. But when he woke up in the morning, the ring finger of his left hand was off, tucked underneath the pillow ... [+]
She ruined my life and all she can think about is wearing khaki. "They make you wear khaki jumpsuits," Mom says. "I look hideous in khaki." Mom, Dad, and I are parked in front of the Federal Correctional Institute where Mom will spend the next fourteen days. In khaki. Because she broke the law. And ruined my life. A few days ago, I caught Mom standing before a mirror, bracing her shoulders, setting her face into a tight, teeth-baring grimace. "Practicing my don't-mess-with-me face," she told me. It looked ridiculous. "I only did what any mother would do," Mom says, looking at Dad in the drive