Lita entered her father’s shed a woman on a mission. The music was blaring loudly and she cringed at the eighties hard rock her father was into. He was working on a sculpture, lost in what he was doing but it wasn’t one she had seen before. She found herself praying it wasn’t another Corry inspired design of erotic nature.
“Dad!” she yelled at his back and watched as his spine went rigid. He reached out with a remote control and turned off the music and slowly turned to face her. Lita noticed his stiff posture and clenched hands as signs he was annoyed. She didn’t care. Enough was enough.
“What are you doing here?”
“Visiting my father who is acting like a d**k. You can’t avoid me forever.”
“I’m not ready.”
“Tough s**t. You are my dad and while I appreciate how you are angry with me yo
