“We are about to take off,” my father told me. “We will be home tonight.”
All I could think of was my father is causing a ruckus by talking on his cellphone inside the plane – that old nemesis social anxiety welling up inside of me acutely. Never stand out in a crowd or cause undue attention.
“Has Charlie spoiled you?” my father then asked.
“I have eaten like a true king,” I replied with a chuckle. “I should’ve put on a few more pounds.”
“I love you son and I have missed you and Maggie. We will see you all tonight.”
It almost brought a tear to my eye as I hung up the phone. Mean old John can sometimes be a softy as well.