“Okay, then, let’s just say there was… electricity.You definitely haven’t f?—”
“Don’t!”I cut him off.
“I wonder why…”
“Mother of God, Chris, what did we raise?”I turn to his mother.
“I mean, you’re adults.You don’t need that kind of shit to break the ice or figure out if the other one is into it.”
“I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this.”
“So, I’m thinking… the problem is yours.Maybe you don’t feel up to it at all…”
“You are stepping over the line now,” I say.
“Or is it him that has you in a heap, sweating there…?”
“Chris, will you say something to him?”I shout in exasperation.
“Okay, but I was hooked,” Chris replies.
Casey laughs as Evan shifts on his stool triumphantly.
“Evan, you shouldn’t be talking to your dad like that,” she says.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“You have to pretend you don’t know these things.”
“Well done, Chris.Excellent speech.”
“What am I supposed to do?He knows more than we do,” Chris says with a shrug.
“Definitely more than you,” my son adds, addressing me.
“You don’t know that.”
“Come on, Dad.You’re a dork.”
At least he didn’t say ‘loser’ this time.
“You don’t know how to approach, and then you are always busy and distracted.”
Unfortunately, that’s true.
“I’ve seen plenty of disasters from you over the years,” he goes on.
“He was just unlucky,” Casey tries to help.
“This is also because you always pick the wrong guys,” Evan says.
“And you know who’s right for me, do you?”
Evan’s eyes go strangely serious, but he doesn’t reply.I know exactly what he is thinking; I can see it written all over his face.
“Tomorrow, we are all going to the game,” Casey says.“And we’ll cheer on the team,” she winks at me.
“And you’ll be cheering for your Captain,” Chris adds.
