Home is where you make it

At least, I hope so. Because Mom and Dad are selling the house. Funny that Ms Frost offered to find a good realtor right after Mom and Dad had just called the guy who found this place for us.

Christ, the 'rents. A whole country between us and I swear I can still hear my dad. I've never heard that tone from him, like hate and loathing. "Your parents." Like he wasn't the man I've called Daddy since I could talk. And Mom just stood there, like some tragedian. Such a great scene and no one from the WB to film it.

So there you go, I'm adopted. Whee.