Parents

My life just shifted from a well-scripted, well-rehearsed movie to the sleaziest reality show ever.

We made our way down a winding road toward the cluster of cathedrals until we reached the inner city with its narrow cobblestone roads that made the car vibrate.

“You holding up back there?” Dad asked.

“Feels like that massage chair from your apartment.” I smiled, wanting Kat to know Dad and I went way back, like almost fifteen years.

But what Kat did next was totally disgusting. She practically climbed in his lap, ran her finger over his ear and said, “We had some great nights in that chair, didn’t we honey.”

I nearly gagged.

Dad grinned and said, “Baby, you better let me drive or we’re not gonna make it home.”

I wanted Dad to turn around and take me back to the plane.