When's It My Turn?

Lanie

My phone rang as I scanned the street for parking.

“Hold on, hold on,” I murmured, resisting the urge to pull it out and see who was calling.

Finding a spot across the street from the yoga studio, I tugged the phone from my purse as the second call started.

Dad. Double gulp.

But better now than later.

“Hi, Dad,” I answered, bracing myself. We hadn’t spoken since he stormed out of the house, and Mom hadn’t been in touch either.

“Lanie, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

My jaw must have fallen halfway to my lap. I struggled to answer but didn’t know what to say. My father hardly ever apologized. He was always so positive the things he did were right.

“I talked to Andrew and figured some things out,” Dad continued. “I know you weren’t lying to me. You’re a grown woman, and you get to do what you want. That’s, uh, it’s hard sometimes for a father to realize that. To remember their kid is all grown up.”

“Yeah,” I slurred. “I understand.”

“Anyway, that’s all I needed to say.”

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