"Hey, where are you two going?" I ask.
"Seeing the new Christopher Nolan movie."
"You two go on dates a lot, huh?"
"Gotta keep dating your spouse."
Spouse. Not my mom. Molly.
"I'll let you know how it is," my dad offers.
"Don't. I hate Hollywood right now."
"Meryl Streep didn't fire you, your company did."
"I don't care. I won't watch another movie again."
What a lie. But I'm still butthurt and taking it out on the A-list celebrities.
Theo joins us downstairs.
"Wow, you look so nice," my dad tells him.
"Thanks." Theo's tone is flat, and it's the same attitude he gave him at breakfast.
What the hell is his problem? Nerves?
"Ready?" he asks me.
"Yeah…"
We get inside my car, and I can't even compliment him on how nice he looks because his mood is off.
"I'll put the address in maps and we can go." Theo arranges his phone and sets it in the middle.
His legs are bouncing, and he wipes his hands on his freshly ironed pants.
"Nervous?" I ask as we pull out of the driveway.
"No."
I take that as a sign to not talk to him because he's clearly anxious about something.
During the silence, I replay the last two weeks in my head. How Theo basically ignores my dad anytime he's around. The way he gives a one-word response when my dad tries to engage with him.
My blood starts to boil as I ruminate on why Theo is still holding a grudge against him. I've accepted their new marriage, and I even give Molly the courtesy of eye contact.
What is Theo so upset about?
The map says we have fifteen minutes left to our destination. I know the timing is horrible, but I've never been good at keeping my mouth shut.
"Are you and my dad okay?"
"What do you mean?" Theo's voice is inscrutable.
"Well, I notice you barely talk to him. Can't even look him in the eye."
"We're fine."
