And Travis said, “She is.”
That was about the whole conversation.
With men like my father and my husband, that’s a long talk.
As for Ryan, Kaylee’s father, he never knew any of it happened.
I thought about sending him the video.
I decided it wasn’t mine to send. Kaylee never mentioned it. So it stayed where it was.
Kaylee’s volleyball season ended in November. A five-set loss in the section semifinals.
She cried about it for two days. Then she never mentioned it again.
And in April, she sat down at the kitchen table with her laptop to fill out her graduation announcement.
The company the school uses has an online form. Lines for the graduate’s name. The date. The time of the open house.
And the parents’ names.
I was at the stove cooking supper.
Tater tot hotdish, as it happens.
I didn’t plan it that way.
