CHAPTER 44

Sutton “Well hello, Mrs. Landry, why don’t you just step on this scale for me and I can get your weight?” When you grow up in a trailer with a crack whore as a mother, chances are you don’t go to many doctor appointments. Or in my case, I’d never been to the doctor. I can tell you that my first impressions weren’t favorable. I frowned at the medical assistant. Reading her tag, I said, “Listen Tina, is this really necessary? Oh, and it’s not Mrs. Landry. I’m not married.” It...