Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?

BUILDING 52

— Back already! You see her?

— I saw her, but not the right her. Tell me something, Kev: Your parents were probably perfect?

— They were not. They got divorced and both remarried.

— But they’re probably all best friends. You all have Thanksgivings together.

— No, we do not. No one likes anyone else.

— But that’s recent. Growing up?

— I had eleven different bedrooms before I was in high school. I was beaten repeatedly by my father, and he once broke my arm on purpose.

— This sounds rehearsed. You’ve said this before.

— I keep it foremost in my mind.

— But still you succeed.

— Yes. Not the answer you wanted?

— I don’t know.

— You been back to the beach?

— Not yet.

— You should get out there. You never know. You definitely don’t want to miss the girl while you’re talking to me.

— Yeah.

— You should go.

— I know. I know. Thanks Kev. I feel good about this.