Promise not to stay out too late.
“I’ll do my best.” Okay, so
I traded a lie for a lie. No
doubt everyone knows it.
“Oh, there’s Dad now.”
Don’t tell him I said hi, jokes Leigh.
At least she found her sense
of humor. I kiss Hunter on
the forehead. “Be a good boy.
Tomorrow’s your big day.”
He gurgles and smiles. He loves me.
I Love Him, Too
But I have to admit I don’t think
about him more than a couple
of times as Dad, Linda Sue, and I
dive into the half-ass crank.
Dad’s got a big glass tray, which
he sets on the cracked Formica table
in their dog-eared motel room.
Let’s see what you’ve got there, he says.
“It’s…” I think about apologizing,
but decide to wait until he comments.
He opens the bindle, says nothing
about the powder inside. It’s what?
“A little shy, I think. The guy
I got it from took his cut up front.”
Ah, well, a dealer is a dealer,
I guess. Dad draws huge lines.
He hands me the straw. The birthday
girl always goes first, right?