By the time I got upstairs, the dining table was set. Everyone was hanging in the kitchen.
“The bread smells wonderful, Daddy.” Daddy was beaming from ear to ear. The entire house smelled like a bakery.
“I recently took up baking as a hobby, and let me tell you
it’s a dangerous hobby,” as he rubbed his belly. Daddy looked like he had gained a good twenty pounds on his normally thin frame.
Granddaddy already took his seat.
“Dad bods are all the rage these days, so enjoy yourself, honey bun.”
Ick, her calling him honey bun. Mom was never like that with Dad, she was an affectionate woman but not that affectionate. Mom’s passing was hard on Dad and I, we hadn’t talked about it for a long time.
Jessica looked genuinely happy with Dad, and Dad transformed into a new man with her in his l
