One week later …
I pulled up to Dad’s driveway, parked my car, and hopped out of it. It was a cloudy day today, so I didn’t need to dress up as much as I normally did in order to protect my skin from the sun’s rays. I still wore my sunglasses, however, and gloves and jacket, mostly out of habit at this point.
I walked up to the front door and knocked on it loudly a few times before stopping and stepping backwards. I didn’t have to wait long, because a second later, the door opened and Dad stood there, still wearing his white button down shirt and blue slacks from church.
“Hi, Tara!” said Dad. “So glad to see you. Come in. I’ve got lunch ready for us, so come on in and let’s eat.”
I smiled and said, “Sure, Dad,” and walked inside and followed Dad to the kitchen, where he had set up a si
