I watch her nibble her tuna sandwich. I know she’s nervous about this conversation she’s going to have with her father. Joe cuts to the chase when he wants to know something, and he can be intimidating.
“It’ll be okay,” I say to her and press my hand over hers.
She looks up. “I know, and it will. It’s just hard talking about it, and you know my Padre.”
“All too well.” I take a bite of my sandwich. “I can stay back if you want.”
She eyes Christie askance, then looks at me knowingly. Duh! Message received. “You promised Christie you’d take her to the movies, remember?”
Duh! Message received.“Oh, right.” I turn to my daughter. “What time’s your movie start again?”
“Two o’clock, I think,” Christie says.
“Well, we better get going then.” I get up and take my plate and glass to the sink.
