“Nothing. We just…it didn’t work out.”
“With the way you two seemed, I thought I’d be paying for another wedding. One, like your sister’s, I was happy to write checks for. Though, I didn’t mind paying for your first, since it ended so splendidly.”
God, I loved my dad.
“Yes, well, I don’t know what to say. We just, like I said, didn’t work.”
Dad was silent.
I thought he was contemplating the fact his first-born child was going to die alone, and before she was lowered into her grave behind the family chapel, her boy toy was going to make off with the family heirlooms.
But at the sound of his voice when he asked, “Did he hurt you?” I knew he was instead contemplating the fact he might have to commit a murder.
Did Dair hurt me?
Suggesting I attended a little girl’s funeral for the photo op?
Fuck yes.
But frankly?
Dair’s question was no less than I deserved.
“There’s a lot of history with this. Between him and me. Not to mention Mum and Bally. It was insane to start with. I think we’ll both eventually come to terms with that.”
And what I said was only a hint of a lie.
“Eventually?” Dad asked.
“I can’t?—”
“Darling. Come home. Catch the first flight tomorrow. I’ll buy your ticket.”
“I’m almost done here. When I am, I’ll be home. A couple more days.”
“I don’t like this,” he groused.
I didn’t either.
“I’m okay, Dad. Promise.”
I was such a liar.
“A couple more days, Blake, then I want you home. With me. Not your mother’s place. Here. With me and Marlo.”
Was there news?
“You and Marlo?” I snooped.
“She’s moving in, not moved in, but moving in,” he announced.
Yes, there was news.
And finally, it was good news.
Seemed like Dad was very much done putting the brakes on him and Marlo and now was full steam ahead.
I was all for it.
