Page 68 of His Curvy Happiness
“I didn’t even tell you when it is,” I hissed. I checked to make sure she hadn’t come out of her room and moved to the kitchen so she wouldn’t hear me.
“Fine, when is it?”
“It’s next month. The weekend before Thanksgiving. Thursday, Friday, Saturday evenings, and Sunday afternoon.”
“I’m not going to be able to make it.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? She’s your daughter. She wants you there. She wants a relationship with you. Why can’t you give that to her?”
“What do you want from me, Case? I was never a good father. She likes you better.”
“Maybe that’s because you never tried. If you put in even a tiny bit of effort, it would be very different.”
“I doubt it.”
“What am I supposed to tell her?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Kyle, don’t be like this. Kyle!”
The phone was silent.
“Dammit,” I snarled.
“He’s not coming, is he?” Mikayla asked from behind me.
I spun and knew she’d heard most of my conversation with him. “Mik, I…”
“It’s okay. I know he doesn’t really care. I just thought…”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I don’t have anymore excuses for your dad. He should be here. He should be around for you. And it’s about him that he’s not. It’s not you.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Mik. You have done nothing wrong. It’s all on him.”
“I just… I don’t know.”
“I know. What do you say we go out to eat tonight?”
“I thought you didn’t like doing that.” She eyed me suspiciously.
“I don’t, but it’s a special night. You’re working hard on the musical, and you deserve a night to relax.”
“What about homework?”
“How much do you have?”
“Not much.”
“Let’s go. Maybe we’ll get some flowers before we come home, too. Something to brighten this place up.”
“Lilies?”
I chuckled. “Sure.”
“Can we go there first?”
