I made my way into the planet Diner. The place was quiet as usual, having just a few number of people. It was past 3 o'clock.
I spotted my father as he stood out in the space. He waited in a corner booth. I studied the man whom I shared blood with. Money and laziness seemed to agree with him. His hair was highlighted by the Italian sun, and the deep tan that lined his face gave him a character he didn’t really have.
He was a tall man, and wore his designer clothes well. Today he was clad in a Ralph Lauren red sweater, black pants, and leather loafers. His dark eyes held a slight sheen of alcohol-induced humor. Probably a cocktail before confronting his long lost son.
As I slid into the booth, I noted the similarities in our faces and bone structure. I shuddered. What I dreaded most in
