1.1.15
“What do you mean you can’t take me to the movies tonight?” Marty asked. It was half-question, half-whimper. Marty stood on the balcony with his easel and paints. Colton had already dressed and showered. He had chosen black slacks and a green button-down shirt and had decided on driving to Manhattan Beach to Mangiamo, a quaint Italian restaurant near the water with a menu to die for. The steak, particularly, was the best Colton had ever eaten.
“I’m taking out a friend from work tonight. Shelly’s going to babysit. Remember her?”
“You mean the neighbor girl who spends the whole time on her phone talking to her boyfriend?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“But what about you and me?” Marty said, pouting. Colton’s son was exceptional at this, a true gifted thespian when it came to displayin
