“Eddison’s wife did have dinner with us, but you were too young to remember. Malik is a
lost cause in the love department,” Dad joked.
“You’re a mess, Pops. I’ll take a rain check on lunch and call you tomorrow to set up a
date for us.”
“Sounds good and don’t forget I want to dine with that boy, Kamden,” he told me.
“Yes, sir.”
Dad winked, waved at Tisha, and walked out of my office. I walked back to my chair and
continued going down the list of things that needed to be double checked for the event.
“Is the DJ hired?” I asked.
“Yep, and he’s fine with mixing old school with newer age music. I know some of the
kids from the house will show up,” Tisha said.
“Yeah, I want to make sure it’s not too crazy, but they won’t be there long,” I replied.
I added in more notes, and we c
