“Why are you laughing?” my father asked.
Not sure what to say, I laughed nervously. I was in Cuba with Tychus and hoped my father wouldn’t probe any further.
“You’re so funny, dad,” I finally responded.
“I’m going to stop by tomorrow at noon. Is that good with you?” he asked.
“No, that won’t work, dad. I want to do well in this class, and I’m struggling,” I replied. I wouldn’t be back in town until Monday. Why did he have to show up this weekend of all weekends?
“Oh, well, whatever you say. I guess I’m losing my baby girl to the college life. She doesn’t have time for her old man anymore,” my dad said, trying to make me feel guilty. It would have worked on any other day, but not right now.
“No, you’re not, Dad. Let me make it up to you,” I told him.
“Alright then, I’ll wait until you’re less busy. Have you spoken to your mom recently?” he asked.
“I haven’t spoken to her in a while, Dad. Why are you asking?” I said truthfully.
“Nothing really. I just wanted to make sure that you and your mom were still in touch,” he responded.
We talked for a few minutes and then hung up. I heaved a sigh of relief, glad the conversation was over.
