A Conversation Between Angels LXXXXI

“Happy Father’s Day Earl.”

“Same to you Bill.”

“You know I know it wasn’t a real holiday but is sure does make you miss them doesn’t it?”

“Absolutely. I remember my young daughter trying to make me eggs. Runny, disgusting, beautiful mess.”

“Heh. My son trying to feign interest in golf as a teenager was priceless. Spent that entire afternoon blowing the hair out of his eyes.”

“Oh that is priceless.”

“I think there’s only one thing I don’t miss.”

“What’s that?”

“The ties.”