The words about real fathers.
Dad listened without interrupting.
When I finished, he didn’t criticize Travis.
He asked only one question.
“Does Travis know you’re calling me?”
“No.”
Dad was silent for a while.
Then he said:
“Well, what time should I be there?”
I nearly cried.
“The ceremony starts around six forty-five. Could you arrive by six?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Dad, it’s a long walk across the gym. You’ll have to use your cane.”
He chuckled.
“Jodi, I’ve walked farther than that through snowdrifts to reach my barn. I think I can manage a gymnasium for my granddaughter.”
I didn’t tell Travis about the arrangement.
Part of me knew I should.
But I worried that if he learned Dad was coming, he would change his mind simply because he didn’t want to look bad.
I wanted him to understand his mistake for himself.
Thursday finally arrived.
I worked at the dental clinic until four and picked Mason up afterward.
