I stared at him unsure what to say. I'd never mentioned doing it before and it's not like what I'd done before John was modeling.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, "I got into modeling a few months ago through a friend of your uncle Dan."
"Oh." He looked away awkwardly, "Yeah, right."
"No, yeah right. What are you talking about, Paul? That didn't come out of nowhere."
"I guess he never told you."
"He who?" My relaxing night was quickly slipping away.
"Dad."
"Your father told you I modeled?" What the hell, John I asked silently.
"It was three or four years ago. I was helping him clean out some stuff and I found a couple of pictures of you. You were really young and were in." He stopped.
"In what?" I asked a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"It was a maid costume, a real, uh, we
