That almost made me angrier than Natalie’s comment.
Dad was apologizing for asking his own son for help when I could count on one hand the number of times he had ever asked me for anything significant.
“What is the money for?” I asked.
He looked toward the house before answering.
“The money isn’t exactly for me, Grant. I need certified copies of some documents. I need legal help. And there’s a test I have to take.”
None of those things belonged together in my mind.
Documents.
Legal help.
A test.
“What documents?”
He hesitated.
“Old adoption files.”
For a moment I thought I had misunderstood him.
“Whose adoption?”
His eyes moved toward the house again.
That second glance bothered me more than the first.
Dad was not simply uncomfortable discussing the subject.
