I wave into the camera and hope he won’t notice I’m wasted when he watches it. “Hey, Dad. Hope you’re accomplishing whatever you need to in the middle of the ocean. Peace.”
It sucks having my dad so far away, especially knowing I can’t talk to him. When he’s away I feel like he’s an acquaintance, someone on the fringes of my life but not actually in it.
Before I leave the office, Fay says, “How much did you drink tonight?”
“A lot.”
“I smelled it on you the second you stepped close.” She pulls down her shirt to cover her belly. “Okay. Well, I guess I should, you know, tell you that it’s probably not a good idea to drink when you’re underage.”
“Did you do it?”
She nods. “Yes. I’m probably not one to preach about the benefits of staying away from high school parties. Just . . . don’t go
