FIFTEENSophie didn’t typically have dinner so late in the evening, but her dad had come to town just to see her, so she gladly obliged. She was studying the menu when he arrived. She had wanted her mother to join them, but Carmen had declined.
“Baby girl!” Terry said, excitedly grabbing her in a bear hug.
“Hey, Daddy. Look at you.” He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a graphic on it and looked ten years younger than he did the last time she saw him. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure about his new girl, but she definitely had an effect on his wardrobe. “You cut your hair!”
“Aw, baby girl, just trying to keep up.” He rubbed his palm across the top of his head and slid into the booth. He ordered lemonade—one with extra ice for him, and one with no ice for Sophie. He always ordered fo
