Chapter 13
My father was in the den with Dax watching CNN when I walked into his house Friday evening. I’d called him earlier that day asking if I could stop by so we could talk and he agreed. He looked at me and frowned. Even Dax didn’t seem happy to see me. I’d been expecting him to ambush me when I came into the room, but he didn’t. He remained seated at my father’s feet, moving only to raise his head and give me a look before yawning and turning back to CNN.
“Have you turned Dax against me, too?” I asked, dropping into an armchair.
“You know as well as I do that Dax has a mind of his own,” my father said.
I started to say something dickish, but stopped myself. I hadn’t come over to get into an argument with my father. I’d come to broker peace between us.
“Dad, I’m sorry,” I told h
