So I’m standing there, wishing I’d punched Garrett out in the library
so Juli wouldn’t stick me in the same class as someone who makes retard jokes,
when my dad shows up and claps me on the shoulder.
“So. How’s the party, son?” Speak of the devil. I wanted to whack his hand off my shoulder.
He leans out so he can see into the front room and says, “Hey, the dad cleans up pretty good, doesn’t he?”
I shrug away from him. “Mr. Baker’s name is Robert, Dad.”
“Yeah, you know, I knew that.” He rubs his hands together and says, “I guess I ought to go in and say hello. Coming?”
“Nah. Mom probably needs my help.” I didn’t run off to the kitchen, though.
I stood there and watched Mr. Baker shake my father’s hand.
And as they stood there pumping and smiling, this weird feeling started coming over me again.
Not about Juli – about my father. Standing next to Mr. Baker, he looked small. Physically small.
And compared to the cut of Mr. Baker’s jaw, my dad’s face looked kind of weaselly.
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