B Y D A V I D P A M M c Q U E L I sat there staring at the beautiful coffee mug. I like it black with a chocolate shot. My mind drifts every 5 minutes, wandering about many things and many places. For a while, I drifted away and Jephtha went off my. A minute later, like a heavy rock he came back. I sank inside like a dumbbell into the water. How am I going to handle this? How many times have I asked this question in the last one hour? A hundred times? Or even more. I sat at the dinning table. This is my third cup of coffee. Usually, I smile watching the steam rise from my hot coffee like the smoke from an evening sacrifice in ancient Israel . A third cup of coffee, yet my anxiety is rather steaming. Jephtha…I whispered. Then I broke the silence after a minute, as if I was waiting for an answer. I looked up again at the condom on the table. My heart sank again. Jeph is just 16! Come on Jeph….!! Just 16! I sighed I have always thought highly an