Eat Me, Trollop
When I was a high school freshman, someone called my house’s landline at 2am on a Saturday morning. The ringing in my parents’ room woke me, and my stomach instantly dropped. I thought my grandmother was dead.
I could hear my mother moving quickly down the hall to my bedroom. She knocked curtly before entering and savagely flipping on the light. Clutching the cordless phone to her chest, she whisper-shouted: “There’s a young woman…