S F Chapman

I'm Here to Help S F Chapman

It had all seemed so right at the time, Sharon realized with a shudder. Long ago she had made a collection of tiny and innocent decisions that had precipitated a most profound and unpredictable outcome. Minutes ago her seventeen-year-old daughter Renita had stumbled upon the subtle inconsistencies of her birth while completing some college applications. Now she waits reproachfully for Sharon to explain the discrepancies. This was clearly the time, Sharon brooded uneasily, when she would have to finally disclose to her daughter both the laudable good deeds and the lamentable oversights that had led them to the current situation.