I’m not supposed to see her, but we plan our rendezvous at the parking lot outside my dad’s office. I spent my days off from high school at that office, sitting in the lunch room with a book or watching porn on one of the computers. If a phone was available, I called her.
She was waiting outside at the agreed time. We sat in my dad’s car and talked. We had said ten minutes. Time flew by. Then my dad was knocking on the window. She tried to leave, but my dad asked her to come back.
“I’ll give you a ride home,” he said.
He asked her why she kept meeting me.
“I love your son,” she replied. It wasn’t hesitant. It all came out in one short sentence.
Once she was safely upstairs in her apartment, my dad turned to me and said, “You see? She’s crazy.”