SPADE
Keeping my tone pleasant, I said, “Maybe I am.” I ordered black and leaned against the table, very impolite for people like them, whom he paid an etiquette trainer to teach me.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you about his release.”
“He hasn’t been my father since he started abusing me. You’re my father longer than he was. Why did you meet him?”
He neither admitted nor denied. He examined my face for a moment, but said nothing.
I paused, drew a steadying breath. “Are you going to tell me about it?”
Nothing. And there was nothing I hated than being ignored by the people I loved.
“Dad, if you don’t wanna talk to me, you shoudn’t have let me come.” I sighed and slipped my hand into my suit pocket to get some bills. “Enjoy your tea time.”
“Spade.”
“So now you wanna talk?” I s
