I gripped the steering wheel.
“I stood there,” Nathan said. “In the parking lot. With two Slurpees. And I couldn’t move. And he looked up. And he saw me.”
Ezoic
He swallowed.
“And he said, ‘Nate?’”
“Cole was in the car,” Nathan said. “He saw the whole thing. He got out. He came over. He said, ‘Dude, who is that?’ And I said, ‘That’s my dad.’”
Nathan laughed. A broken laugh.
“Cole just stood there,” he said. “Then he said, ‘Okay. What do you want to do?’”
“What did you do?”
“I gave him my Slurpee,” Nathan said. “Blue raspberry. I didn’t know what else to do. I just held it out.”
Ezoic
Tears were running down his face.
“And he took it,” he said. “And his hands were shaking so bad he could barely hold it. And he started crying. My dad. Sitting on the curb outside a Speedway. Crying into a blue raspberry Slurpee.”
