Page 37 of Vital Blindside


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“What do you think? Edible?” I ask.

He scrunches his nose. “Did you season the chicken?”

“’Course I did.” I think.

“I didn’t see you season it,” he says.

“Then why didn’t you say anything while it was cooking in the frying pan?”

“I didn’t notice until now, looking at it and how plain it looks. It’s going to taste like rubber.”

I huff a breath. “It won’t taste like rubber.”

“Yes it will. You always forget the seasonings, and it always tastes like rubber.”

“Ouch. Don’t take it easy on me because I’m your dad or anything,” I mutter.

He looks up at me, batting his thick eyelashes. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to lie? Are you saying the rules have changed?”

I press my fingers to my temples and move them in slow circles. “You’re going to make me a silver fox years before I’m ready.”

“There’s always hair dye.”

“You have an answer for everything, huh?”

He grins. “Always.”

I laugh and push the half-full bowl of cheese toward him before shredding more. “Spread that on the top while I finish the rest.”

“Got it, Captain.”

“It’s Dad, shithead.”

A dramatic gasp. “Did you just call me a shithead?”

“Hey, watch your language,” I chastise. My lips twitch.

“I can’t wait until I’m too old for you to tell me that,” he sighs.

I snicker. “You’ll never be too old for a good ol’ scolding, Coop.”

“You need a girlfriend or something.”

“What?” I sputter. Talk about coming at me from left field. “What do you know about girlfriends? You don’t have one, right?”

He fake gags. “No way.”

“Good.” I relax. “You shouldn’t have a girlfriend until you’re at least twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-seven?” His eyes go wide.

“Yep. Focus on your music and art for as long as you can with no distractions.” I pass him the rest of the shredded cheese and start cleaning up the mess on the counter.

“I’m not interested in girls right now anyway, Dad. I was talking about you,” he states, not seeming to want to let this go anytime soon.

Deciding to entertain him, I say, “Okay, so you think a girlfriend will what? Keep me from telling you to behave?”

“Well, if you have another person to focus on, then maybe. But it would be nice for you to have someone else to talk to sometimes. You never go out after work unless it’s to see Aunt Ava and Uncle Lee or someone you work with.”

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