Kathy AgainChapter 4
Our usual night time routine resulted in Kathy and me cuddled in our bed, and I was beginning the sweet slide into sleep. As I slid into sleep, I wondered about that father-daughter conversation, and how it might go, or even when we might have it. Maybe I’d get seriously lucky, and Sandra would approach her mother for that conversation. I fell asleep with that hopeful thought caroming about my mind. The boys awakened me, of course. Between the television, and their playing roughly, I...