Catch Your Breath excerpt
On Saturday, Jimmy dressed in the rented tux and tried not to feel trapped. He was still getting used to wearing a suit on a daily basis. A tuxedo felt so formal and stiff, like being in a straitjacket. He walked downstairs to check on his dad before heading out.
“Where the hell you going all dressed up?”
“Work,” Jimmy answered. “Did you check your blood?”
His dad nodded and drank from a glass. Jimmy eyed the liquid to determine what it was.
“Diet root beer,” Dad said. “And before you ask, yeah, I ate dinner, even my vegetables.”
If this was what being a parent felt like, maybe he wasn’t cut out to be a father. Jimmy could barely control his temper over his dad’s attitude about everything. It’s not like Jimmy wanted to mother him.
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