My old man looked like crap, and he was puffing away on his cigarettes like a chimney, which was so not his style. He didn't say a word, just stared at my mom.
My mom was wiping away tears, her voice full of venom. "He's messing around with that floozy of a secretary"
Floozy secretary? I picked up a photo and gave it a good look. Yeah, I knew her alright. I remembered bumping into her once when I was out dining with Luna, and my dad was there too.
I remember thinking back then, wasn't my dad's secretary a dude? When did he switch to a chick?
But I trusted my dad. I knew he wasn't a player, so I didn't tell my mom.
"Mom, chill. You know how dad is. He's been a good guy for almost 40 years now. Sure, there might have been women who tried to seduce him, but he never let loose. This could all just be a big misunderstanding." I sat beside my mom, patting her back to comfort her.
