back.”
“I don’t like onions.”
“You have eaten onions you didn’t want for eight years.”
He smiled.
“I never liked them.”
That same week, Owen called Lisa.
“No,” I heard him say calmly. “I’m not asking you to take Dad permanently.”
Pause.
“I’m asking you to come for one week in November so Jenna and I can have a break.”
Another pause.
“You have children and a job. I understand.”
His voice remained steady.
“So do we.”
Then he said,
“He’s your father too.”
Eventually he hung up.
He walked
