Any ineptitude from food, cars and drugs motivates our family plan, a ceremonial prank, an outright lie living off others’ good graces: A.I. ‘living’ in sin. 

A.I. re babies under these circumstances brings up future drug dependence, except not yours of course.  
 

I note one’s pale eyestripe of looking and pleading. Down curved and black edged, camouflage for being unread. Frankly, one’s not that much into whom? When the father was asked, he hesitated and then offered, “Certainly not me.”