Page 31 of Wrestling with Daddy
Nathan giggled.
He didn’t care—there was no one listening, anyway.
There was something certainly intoxicating about his exchanges with Ken.
Sure, he didn’t really know him, and he knew he was letting too much of his imagination merge into the reality of Ken, but… He would bet that Ken wasn’t the type of guy to live in the moment like that, to not plan absolutely every second of his day.
It helped soften some of Nathan’s own anxiety.
Nathan
one of my neighbors runs a Mexican restaurant down the street
she’s the best
Daddy
Send me the address and I’ll be there. I have to drop off my cat at my niece’s but I should arrive by 1 p.m.
Nathan
omg
you didn’t say anything about a cat!
Daddy
I know
I haven’t said many things, brat
It’s kind of the whole point
Nathan frowned.
Logically, he knew they’d barely even scratched the surface of whatever was building between the two of them—if anything at all was—but the remark stung.
That seemed to happen often.
Nathan
I get the feeling you’re just calling me brat as a reminder to yourself
Daddy
Look at you, so smart
Nathan
don’t appreciate that tone, just so you know
Daddy
Just as I don’t appreciate boys who can’t follow simple rules?
Nathan
my idea was much better
