“So Brad probably won’t be able to eat with us on Sunday. And Grace is doing something with her friend…who’s most likely covering for her so she can go out with some ex-con she met online,” Mary Beth laughed. “You wanna reschedule our Sunday dinner for the following weekend? I can put the pork chops in the freezer.”
“Dad hasn’t backed out, has he?” I asked, hoping both that he had and hadn’t. My dad and I had one of those “complicated” relationships you’ve heard tell about. I suppose a lot of us, gay men especially, do.
“Oh no. He’s looking forward to it. He’s bringing a six-pack of Bud.” She giggled.
“That sounds like Dad.”
Mary Beth sighed. “You know, he’s softened up a lot in the years you’ve been gone and since Mom passed. It would do you guys good to get reacquainted.”
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