“…some girl lost her virginity on that couch and left a permanent reminder in the fabric—a deep red stain that loosely resembled the continent of Africa in shape and outline.
Passage from “Sob Story,” a chapter from No Place for Disgrace — a memoir about mental illness, teenage love, and tragic consequences, set in the American suburbs in the waning days of the twentieth century.
“When we reached the intersection at the end of Miller’s Lane, the main artery that led out of Regency Park’s claustrophobic jumble of tract homes, we came to a stop sign. It was late, close to midnight on a Saturday, yet traffic was still heavy. Headlights streaked past in odd intervals, Technicolor in appearance; the engines of IROC-Zs and Cavaliers rumbled in the air. Out my window was a darkened flower shop, closed for the night. I had driven past the shop hundreds of times in the last several years. It’s where my mom bought flowers on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, or when an unexpected tragedy took place, like a death in the family. For our first Valentine’s Day together, I had the florist help me pick out an arrangement of roses for Sesha. As for what the card in the small red envelope said, I can’t remember.
Excerpt from “Miracle Mile,” a chapter from No Place for Disgrace — a memoir about mental illness, teenage love, and tragic consequences, set in the American suburbs in the waning days of the twentieth century.