ALEKSANDER
“Is this a bad time to mention that red used to be your favorite color?” My father signals the bartender and he puts something brown in front of us in crystal glasses.
“Yes,” I throw back the drink and instantly calm down.
Oh good o’l bourbon.
It burns going down but does a better job than the two glasses of whisky I had already consumed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He does the same with his drink and doesn’t flinch like I did.
I am certain if I say no, he won’t ask again. That’s the best thing about my father but if I say yes, it’ll make it real and I can’t deal with that yet.
Especially in public and right in front of her.
“Not today,” I dangle the carrot and signal for more drinks.
“Okay, let’s talk about April then.” I forget my father is still a ball bust
