Look. No one’s parents are perfect.
And whatever is wrong with yours,
lying to me like that just sucks.
“I know. I was wrong. Can’t you please
forgive me? Will you come over so
we can—wait. Grandfather’s sick.”
He warmed up a little. Listen.
We’re heading out to California.
I’ll be back after Christmas.
We’ll get together then, okay?
But we can’t have a relationship
built around lies. Love is honest.
AT LEAST HE USED THE WORD “LOVE”
The “built around lies” part,
however, has me worried. I wish
I would never have made up
that stupid story about my parents
being dead. But hey, for all I know,
my mother is dead. Not like I’ve
heard a single word from her.
And my dad isn’t a whole lot better
than dead to me. I never really
expected to see him again.
Certainly not then. Did he pick
Aunt Cora’s wedding for shock
value alone? He couldn’t have
timed it worse, with Bryce right
there as he made his grand entrance.
At least Bryce is willing to let me
explain. But even if I fess up about