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actually thriving. In a little kid’s voice, I tentatively called<br />
out, “Daddy?” When there was no answer, like a detective<br />
securing a crime scene, I quickly swept the premises. Obviously,<br />
nobody was home. I peeked into but was reluctant to closely<br />
inspect my Dad and Mother’s bedroom.<br />
OK, I told myself, remember to breathe. Since it was a<br />
beautiful spring day, Dad would likely have walked either into<br />
town or to the park on the way toward town. I decided to drive<br />
into town first so I could pick up a few things like diet coke,<br />
which he never kept on hand. I parked at the McDonald’s and<br />
decided to check inside, since the restaurant is one of those<br />
destinations for local seniors who cannot afford Starbuck’s.<br />
That was how I came across Dad and Cynthia in their compromised<br />
embrace. I had not intended to spy; it had not even occurred to<br />
me that my father would be making out (gross) at McDonald’s with<br />
that woman.<br />
Oblivious to my lurking as they snuggled up, the two of<br />
them malingered over paper cups of tepid tea used to secure<br />
their extended stay at the restaurant. Dismissing my own<br />
regressive state, I began to muse about the similarities of<br />
mindset in old age and adolescence: the propensity to ignore<br />
consequences, the disregard for societal norms, and the abject<br />
negation of long-standing family traditions. I caught myself<br />
inadvertently bobbing my head to Janis Joplin’s anthem:<br />
Freedom’s just another word for nuthin’ left to lose. Shaking<br />
the lyrical diversion off, I shifted back into disciplinary mode<br />
and quickly retreated from the restaurant. Fortunately, my<br />
father, who only had eyes for Cynthia, had not noticed my<br />
presence.<br />
Returning to the house and sitting on the living room sofa<br />
to await the return of the dynamic duo, I considered my father’s<br />
uncharacteristically neat stack of magazines and selected a news<br />
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