“I don’t know why your mother thinks that you have to go to this.” Dad pushed the glass door open.
Bill Johnson’s grey hair was piled high like a snow capped mountain. He shook Dad’s hand.
Dad hesitated for only a second. “Mary Lou, my sister, was killed in a car accident.”
“Jesus Denny. I’m sorry.”
Dad took a breath. “So what about a monkey suit for this fella?”
After that it was as if everything was normal. I got my suit, Bill patted dad on the shoulder and we left.