Chapter 112

Nate

I remember Becka Fisher very well, especially what we went through together.

When I was fifteen, my father used to take me with him on his business trips, he always wanted to push me to follow his own career, so many times he took me to meetings with his clients. My first trip was just when he came to Seattle to Jack Fisher, one of his most important clients. Fisher had hosted us at his house, where he lived alone, because he was divorced, and occasionally his two children, Becka and Oliver, came to visit him. 

Becka and I were the same age and we immediately had an extraordinary understanding, perhaps because we both came in a way forced to attend meetings of our fathers, together we complained. The most vivid memory I had with Becka was the first joint I had smoked and the horror of being stoned and trying to hide it from our fathers and the chemical hunger we had had.

"You grew up, Dare, you look good," Becka said, t