Say You Love Me

The first two drinks go down easy. Normally, I’d never be in a bar on a Tuesday night but today’s events call for weeknight drinking. Anything to get the memory of my son—Jesus fucking Christ. I tip my bottle back and swallow the contents. Maybe if I drink enough, I’ll forget. Alden seems to have the same idea. We’re talking in circles, about anything but the elephant in the room. Neither of us want to address it and, honestly, I’m still too sober to try.  We have an open tab and are lucky enough that the waiter is working hard...

A little embarrassment. A lot of alcohol.  I’m drunk as shit as Dad and I stumble from the bar sometime around midnight. We sway together. His arm is around my shoulder, mine around his waist as we steady one another. If not for his counterweight, I’d probably be facedown in the snow. Him too. The alcohol we consumed was absolutely necessary to have the conversation we did.  And I thought the first time I talked to my dad about sex was horrifying. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing this time.  Thank you, tequila.  “Key is in my...