Becker
“How are you doing, son?” dad asked.
“I’m doing good, dad.” Especially when I finally found myself a girlfriend. “What about you?”
“Good as well. I was wondering when you will come to visit, Becks. I miss you.”
“Miss you too, dad,” I said. And for my father to ack this normal, I suspected Gianna didn’t tell him a thing. Not even her first visit. No wonder. Because letting my father go meant she had to support herself. If I wanted her, she would be happily filed a divorce because her future was saved; both financially and physically.
“How’s Gianna, dad?”
“She’s doing great too. Sometimes doing gardening and talking with the neighbors. Just the usual thing.” Yeah, with her mind filled with when I would hit on her so I could garden her, and she would talk about it with the neigh
