Stephen
There aren't many people who scare me. Peter Schneider is the exception to that. Laura’s dad has just the right tone and words in his voice to scare the hell out of me.
“We are not homeless… it’s just complicated,” I told her father.
Peter glanced from the road to his daughter, who was reaching for the airline bag I had given her earlier.
“Sweetie, are you doing okay over there?” he asked Laura, concern evident in his voice.
Laura put the bag to her mouth, and we heard her heave into it.
“I’m getting you to the house so you can lie down. Then…” he said as he looked into the rearview mirror at me, “you and I are going to have a chat so you can uncomplicate things for me.”
Needless to say, the rest of the ride to Laura's dad’s house was quiet.
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I helped Laura undress and
