July 13, 4:37 PM
I'm standing at the slider. I don't know what to expect. Is this going to be a move forward or a gentle end? Only one way to find out.
He's on his personal lounge; it sits higher than normal ones. He has bad knees. He's awake now, looking at this tablet. It's a beautiful sunny day. I reach for the handle with a shaky hand. I'm still in the AC, and I'm sweating- and juicing.
Dad looks up as I walk out. Big smile. Why do I feel like he's been gone for a month, not two days? He's so handsome. The sun reflects off his black hair- now with flecks of gray- like he needs to look more sexy. As I walk around the pool, he puts the tablet down and waits for me.
"Purple today?"
I stop next to his lounge and tug on the leg of my shorts. "Yeah, I got three pairs. Glad you like 'em.
