Later, Greg didn’t shy away from the subject on our drive to the airport. “I’d say the weekend was a success, wouldn’t you?”
I turned from the window to catch his glance in the rearview mirror. “Nothing like the worst of my imaginings, that’s for sure.”
“Dad seems to be taking it well.”
“Yeah. I wish we’d had a chance to talk things over between us, but I can live with just going on as if nothing was ever said. It’s cool. And thank you, again, for all you did.”
On the plus side, Dad had asked about my plans for the Fourth of July. I didn’t have any, so that had been a conversation non-starter. I was pretty sure Wes would be working his regular shift during the day since it was mid-week, and my other friends and I hadn’t discussed it yet, either. But at least Dad had still showed sincer
