In a Special Class
“Can I ask you a question, goddess?” My foster daughter Amanda was at the sink with me in the ladies’ room at Burger King. We were on our way to Tucson to visit my stepson, his wife, and his new baby. This was twenty-odd years ago.
“If a boy puts his thing in you, will you have a baby?”
I groaned. “Didn’t your mom talk to you about the facts of life? And didn’t you take sex education in school?” I felt…