IT WAS a typical Sunday for our small family: my husband, Donald, and I attending church in the morning and then going out for a drive in the country in the afternoon, followed by dinner with our daughter, Samantha, in the evening.
Things went typically, and pleasantly, until Donald and I arrived home from our drive and spotted our daughter’s friend’s car parked out on the street. And then I discovered our daughter and her friend, Avril, in each other’s arms, kissing.
That’s when our Sunday took a sharp turn from the typical, and our “normal” household was never the same again . . .
AVRIL was one of our daughter’s college classmates. Donald didn’t like her much, the few times he’d met the girl. He thought she was a…