“Is your dad a lawyer or a judge or somethin'”
“Then, how come you got a Cadillac?”
“I don’t know.”
A car was just a car until it became a lie.
1989 Toyota Camry–
I saw my friend walking on Main Street one night.
Pulled over and hit a fire hydrant.
I am sorry I could never tell you the truth, Daddy.
“What are you?”
My mommy called me Heinz 57. I told you this truth. We laughed. You became my friend.
That is a lie.
I looked down and muttered, “I don’t know.”
You took my reserve as superiority and never forgave me.