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Colton

I thought you were at the fair

I’m working

When Ms. Angela came in, there were three or four people lined up. There might be more now.

Colton

me 2

Can you take half hour for Dad

Colton

I have some asshole breaking my balls about his Porsche Carrera. Take u 10 minutes.

It’ll be more than ten minutes. By the time I get to my car, get to Mom and Dad’s, get him to the bathroom, get his shoes on, get him in the car, find a spot mid-day when it’ll be packed…

A Porsche Carrera? on our dirt roads?

Colton liked a message.

I sigh.

Take Dad in the Porsche.

“Everything okay?” Ms. Angela asks as she ties her sneakers.

“We’re trying to figure out how to bring Dad to the fair. Colton is working and I…”

Ms. Angela pokes her head out the tent, ducks back in, and says, “I’m sending in the next client and then you go on and enjoy some family time.”

“Thanks, that’s sweet of you.”

Colton

Kay I’ll bring him

“Oh well, looks like Colt got it.”

“Even better. More time for you,” she says as she exits my tent.

While I change the sheet on the massage table, I hear voices outside the thin fabric of the tent. Ms. Angela and…

Another voice, in particular, that makes my heart…

Stop.

That voice?

There’s no mistaking it.

That voice?

I’d recognize it anywhere.

I barely have time to rush to the back of the tent, silently curse Ms. Angela for being not so sweet after all, turn my back to the entrance, and try to compose myself.

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