Page 66 of Tasting Innocence

I choke out a laugh. “Yeah. We can be friends.”

“To be honest, I don’t have many of those.”

“I’m not surprised,” I say with a chuckle, sitting down next to him.

“Okay, let’s have dinner tomorrow night.”

“Yeah?” I ask, a grin on my lips.

“Yeah. We’ll go out and we’ll talk.”

“Sounds good.”

Dad smiles and knocks on the table. “Good. I’m gonna grab a shower.”

“All right.”

Dad travels upstairs and I go back to the couch feeling better about the day already. Sometimes uncomfortable conversations can lead to better things.