You should’ve seen me looking at my watch every few moments. It was going on 9pm. I was growing very impatient as my eyelids grew heavy as lead.
“Poppa needs to get his ass in gear and get here already,” I sternly told Maggie. “I am ready to go to bed.”
At the mention of “Poppa”, Maggie ran to the window above my slowly disintegrating couch to see if he was here. Finally, I saw his CR-V headed up my street and Maggie went crazy when I said, “Poppa’s here!”. I wouldn’t dare ask my father what took so long. It would piss him off. I’m just your average plebian as far as this totem pole goes. I’ve got to grow a backbone one of this days with regards to my father..
“Did you really like it?” he asked me excitedly.
“I thought it was delicious!” I told him in turn. “You have your mother’s knack for cooking, dad.”
Dad would have been beaming with pride if you could have seen him when I made that remark about his and his mother’s cooking. Sally Lou could make a dish rag taste delicious.