Page 112 of Role Play
I look over at Sora, her eyes wide with surprise. “You know what I hope? I hope that one day Dakota grows up to be as brave and determined as you. I hope she finds something she loves as much as you love writing. And I can promise you this—no matter what her passion is, I’ll be cheering her on every step of the way, not trying to snuff out her dream.”
J.P.’s face darkens. “That’s because you’re still a young father. You don’t understand your purpose yet.”
“My purpose?” I ask, turning back to his stoic expression.
“Mothers nurture. They care for their children, build them up.” He gestures to Jennifer. “A father’s job is to teach their children not to need them. We prepare them for the real world.”
“By crushing their spirits?” I challenge.
“By being honest.” J.P. leans forward. “The way Sora’s going, the only way she keeps her head above water is because of constant money transfers, gifted housing, and the princess lifestyle I’ve provided. No way she could fend for herself in New York City without my help. Now, I’m not saying my daughter is greedy. She’s a lovely girl with a beautiful heart, all thanks to her mother, but with the way she’s making life decisions, she might as well be Eloise at The Plaza. Living in the clouds, never afraid of falling because Daddy’s wallet will always be her safety net.”
Sora flinches like she’s been slapped.
“If I’m bitter,” the man continues, “it’s because I’m mad at myself. I’ve failed as a father. My daughter is twenty-seven years old and still can’t take care of herself like an adult because she’s busy chasing something that is almost guaranteed not to work out.” He looks at Sora, his expression softening slightly. “It’s a tough realization, but it’s true.”
Sora’s eyes fill with tears. She places her napkin on the table with wobbly hands. “Excuse me,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I need the restroom.”
She rises and hurries out of the private dining room, shoulders hunched against the weight of her father’s words.
Jennifer turns to her ex-husband, fury in her normally gentle eyes. “Did you have to do that? Today of all days?”
“It’s out of love,” J.P. insists, though he has the decency to look uncomfortable. “We’ve coddled her for so long. She needs to hear the truth.”
“Your version of the truth,” Jennifer corrects sharply. “You’re so determined to protect her from failure that you won’t even let her try.”
“I thought we were in agreement it’s time for her to grow up?”
“When she’s ready.She’s still a baby!”
“She isnot, Jennifer. When we were her age?—”
“Oh, what do you remember about when we were her age? Hm?” Jennifer taps her temple furiously. “You were there, but youweren’t there, J.P.”
They continue to argue as if I’ve disappeared into the background. I hate the way they’re talking about Sora. Their narrative leaves out the most crucial parts of her story.A princess?Please. I’ve never met anyone more humble than Sora.Head in the clouds?Every day I have to help Sora fight the urge to quit amidst the tough reality of her stalled career. I’m here toremind my cookie girl that she’s good enough, more than good enough—she’s worthy.
As for all the financial help J.P.’s giving her—which Sora wasn’t exactly forthcoming about—who the fuck cares? Sora clearly only takes what she absolutely needs. The only designer thing I’ve ever seen her with is that dress, which let’s be honest, she’s probably had since high school. We’re all just trying to survive. He should be thrilled his wealth can serve a noble purpose like giving his child a beautiful life.
I can’t take this shit anymore.
I reach into my pocket, pull out several hundred-dollar bills, and place them on the table.
“Dinner’s on me,” I say, interrupting their conversation.
J.P. looks up, surprised. “That’s not necessary?—”
“I think it is.” I meet his gaze once more. “You know, Mr. Cooper, I’m starting to understand why there’s so much turmoil between you and Sora. You might be speaking what you believe is truth, but your delivery…it needs work.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know what Sora’s biggest dream is? It’s not to be a famous author with her name in lights. It’s just for you to be proud of her.” I stand up slowly. “So yeah, I guess you’re right. She is doomed to fail at her dreams.”
J.P. stares at me, eyes narrow, his expression warring between anger and shock.
“It was nice meeting you, Ms. Jennifer,” I say, nodding respectfully to Sora’s mom. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
Jennifer gives me a small smile. “I’m sorry, Forrest. We’re not usually this…animated.”
Bullshit, I think to myself.
