I hated that there was no one to blame, too. I mean, I could blame the bad weather but that was kind of like swearing at God—wasn’t going to do me much good. I could blame Dad for taking them out that night but if we never went out when it dropped below freezing we’d be stuck in the house for months at a time. I could blame them both for not paying any attention, but truth was I would never know if they were or not.
I wanted to blame all those things—and none of them.