He’d been my buddy, my champion, my co-conspirator and my backup for as long as I could remember. While I would never say I loved one parent more than the other, my dad and I had always had a special relationship. Not much, but enough that I felt guilty I hadn’t said anything to him about my friendship with the Bratwurst King of the World. The kicker was that my dad genuinely did sound hurt. “You brought him to our house and you didn’t warn me? You didn’t even tell me you were on speaking terms the last time we talked.” He shook his head. “With the way you’re treating me, I’m going to end up on blood pressure medicine soon.” He sat up and continued to give me an impertinent look. Mom had told me once it was the first thing she noticed about him. With his super-tan skin, the color always seemed to pop. I’d always wished I’d inherited his mom’s gene but I hadn’t. “With the way you drive, it’s going to be another car that-“I dragged my thumb across my neck “-gets you not a heart attack, all right?”ĭad tilted his head so that both of his green eyes were visible. So yeah, I shook my head at him knowing he was full of crap.
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