“Do you have any other brilliant advice?”
“Be true to yourself,” Wolfgang announces with mock theatrics. “Love thyself. And always practice safe sex.”
I laugh. “Thanks, oh wise one.”
“Anytime.”
About halfway to the cafe, my phone rings out of the blue with my father’s ringtone. He rarely calls.
“Let me get this,” I tell Wolfgang. We pause, and I fish out my cell to answer it quickly. “Hey, Daddy,” I greet him, adjusting the weight of my bag.
“Afternoon, E,” he replies kind and conversationally. “How are you doing?”
“Well. Thank you.”
“Good. I hope exams have gone as expected?”
“Yes, for the most part.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” He harrumphs. “I was calling because I have a favor to ask.”
“What is it?”
“How would you feel about joining your mother and me for brunch tomorrow? We’ll be in town.”