Book 9 - Page 57 (2/2)

“Were you married before her?” Perry asked and now I knew we were getting down to bra.s.s taxes.

“How is this relevant to the boat?” he asked, brow raised in such a way that it made Perry flinch. Not because he looked scary, but because he looked a lot like me. We were down to the wire now. Time to come clean before they called the cops.

“So Green Gla.s.s is for sale,” I mused, combing my hand through my hair, trying not to appear anxious but failing. Half of me wanted to just turn around and pretend this never happened but I knew I couldn’t do that. I needed this, closure in some shape or form. I never got it while my mother was alive, I needed it with my father, especially after I knew what had happened to Michael.

“Yes it is,” he said, eyes narrowed. “But my marriages have nothing to do with it.”

I nodded. “I understand. The truth is, we actually don’t want to buy your boat, Mr. O’Shea. I mean, I love sailboats and everything but I just don’t think I’d buy one here, on the east coast. We live on the west coast.”

“So you’re wasting my time,” he said gruffly, his hands going to wheel himself away.

“Maybe,” I said, “maybe not. It’s not a waste of my time. You see, if I had a boat, I’d probably call it Fat Rabbit. Or, maybe not. Maybe I’d call it Michael.” He stiffened slightly. “Or Regine.” Now his jaw was clenched. “Or Declan. But it’s pretty lame naming a boat after yourself. I’m not Donald Trump.”

I kept my eyes on him the whole time and I recognized that acquiescence in them. The way his chin dropped a bit, his shoulder slumped slightly. His eyes took on this weight, as if I had just demanded the world from him. But that wasn’t the case at all.

“You’re Curtis O’Shea,” I said. “You’re my father. And I don’t want anything from you. Even though you f**ked right off when I needed you most, you still made sure I was taken care of. And I was. I did good for myself, at least I think so. So don’t worry. I’m not here to cause trouble or law suits or whatever you East Coasters do with your time. I just wanted to see you, that’s all. And I wanted to know you were alive. I wanted you to know I was alive. Simple.”

He stared at me in disbelief for the longest time. I thought he might have had a stroke. But eventually he pulled himself out of his tailspin and blinked at me. “Declan,” he said and he sounded just as I remembered, only less mad.

“That’s me.” And suddenly I felt my heart crumbling into tiny little pieces. s.h.i.+t. That was unexpected. I looked away, trying to keep the water behind my eyes.

There was a swath of silence between us and in it, my emotions were building. “It is you,” he said after a moment. “My G.o.d.”

“Well, I’m not G.o.d,” I quipped. “But Perry calls me that sometimes.”

She stared at me like she was going to murder me but I didn’t care. I smiled at him. “Sorry, she’s used to it by now. And what can I say, I guess I’m just being a nervous pervous here. Honestly, I don’t mean anything by this, I don’t want anything from you. I just wanted to say h.e.l.lo. We’ll be on our way.”

I took Perry by the elbow and turned her around but my father cleared his throat and said, “Wait.”

We turned to look at him and he managed a weak smile. “Wait,” he repeated. “Don’t go. There’s a lot to…explain. Talk about. Margaret doesn’t know, you see.” The minute he said that, his face recoiled in panic, as if he instantly regretted it.

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