It's really funny because with every stop we've made, all the new friends we've made just feel so sorry for us because of the lifestyle. But honestly, it's all I've ever known, it's all my daughter has ever known growing up. We really don't know any other way.

She's happy as a clam.

He's very good about spending time with us, but we still live it. You have to have some sort of off-limits in the home, because you know you will not have it anywhere else. But it's like a lot of jobs, you can't leave it behind. If you want to be good at something, you tend to live it.

He shrugged. “I have a stomach thing. Don’t get close.”

“Well, now you’ve spoiled everything,” I said casually, working hard to fake it. “I was planning to seduce you in the broom closet.” I pointed. “Right there.”

A joyless smile appeared on Jamie’s lips. “We are far too screwed-up for a goddamned love
triangle.”

That’s my Jamie.

In my circle of friends, I've always been loud and funny and talkative. But as soon as I step out of that circle, I get very quiet and introspective. I don't want the spotlight on me.

She is funny, beautiful, and very loving. We are the best of friends. She is a good kid. I miss her a lot.