"It is okay. I did say that I liked hearing you speak. It is the truth." He says sincerely with a smile. "What about you? Got dissatisfied complains that I can listen to?" I should also extend. I am not the only one with complaints, am I?
He shakes his head calmly, no. "I have only be meaning to tell you something and I felt like I should gather courage before saying it."
"What is it?"
"Remember what I told you earlier today, about my Father?"
I nod.
"I have to go over there and meet him." He seems glum informing.
I ask, "Where?"
"Chicago. And I'm leaving tonight." He says. It takes a while for me to register what that means. And when it does, I quickly wear a mask of cheerfulness. Clapping, "That is great! You should go see him. Yeah, totally! There is a chance that you can work out your differences." I ended awkwardly with a chuckle. What was that? I sounded so embarrassing didn't I? Oh Gosh!
