Mom and I were sitting in the car, waiting for dad to come back out. In the parking lot, there was a small store. The store looked as if it came straight out of the 70’s.

“One of Dad’s old girlfriend’s parents owned it.” She said. “She tried to trick your father into marrying her.”

“How?” I asked, taking my eyes off my script and suddenly intent.

“She said that she was taking birth control and they got a little pregnant.” She said.

“Mom, you can’t just be a little pregnant. It’s either you are or you’re not.”

“Very true, Steph. She then said that she was going to keep the baby.” She said. “Then your father said he wasn’t going to marry her.”

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Are you saying I have a step-sibling out there that I never knew about?” I asked.

Silence. “Yes,” Dad’s footsteps were approaching. “Don’t mention anything again.”

I can’t believe it. I’m in shock. Daddy had a child with another woman…and this child is my sibling. I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl, but I know it’s older than me by several years. This is no lie. I’m someone’s fucking little step-sister. I can’t believe it. I’m a little sister.

Maybe my life is more interesting than I had originally thought.

I’m making a list of all the 50 states and one man that I will marry in each state. Zavy is New York (Everything is fast and fun there). Dennis is Texas (everything is bigger in Texas….hehe). He is in Wisconsin, but he’ll live in Michigan so we can fuck like rabbits. Colt is Georgia (Georgia always seemed like a relaxed, fun, and sweet place to be. The lovers I saw there always were happy).

“You should ask Colt to Farewell Freshmen. By the way you talk about him, it’s a mutual interest.” My mom said.