A Father & Five Friends

“What’s up, Ray?”

“I’ve got a major problem P or B or whatever you call yourself. I’m stuck. I don’t get writer’s block. I’m afraid I have symptoms.”

“No problemo hombre. I’m here.”

“Your Spanish is one of my problems. You don’t speak Spanish.”

“Que?”

“Give me a break, P.”
“It’s not P, it’s not B, today it’s C. You’re jealous because I have more readers than you do.”

“C? Make up your mind.  Guys are naturally jealous. How was I supposed to know I was creating a . . . .” . . . .” . . . .” . . . .” . . . .”

“What were you going to say, Ray?”

“Nothing,” I said. In reality, I was going to say phenom and then thought P or B or C or whatever might say that is her name. No way I am going to call her Phenom.

“It was something. In the meantime, here’s the deal. Set aside your masculine pride. Follow my lead and don’t argue with me.”

“What’s in it for me?” I asked.

“A post.”

“That’s it?”

“No, you can take me out for Mexican. I can practice my Spanish.”

“What are you going to order, ”

“You want me to tell you or do you want to get your post done?”

I roll my eyes.

“Okay, Pancho. I’m going to ask questions, you answers them.”

“It’s Ray, not Pancho. What is the first question?”

“Listen up Pablo. What was it like being a father to five girls when they were home?”

I give her a surprised look. It’s a good question for Father’s Day. “I enjoyed every minute. I wanted to be with them. I wanted only the good things in life for them. Babe and I watched them grow into wonderful, strong, intelligent women. I am proud of each of them. When I am with them now, I enjoy the moments. I am grateful for them.”

“Not bad, Juan. They are all grown women now with families. What is your relationship with them?”

“I’ll always be their biological father. But I consider them much, much more than daughters and family. Each of them is a good friend. Each of them a good person. Each of them has a heart of love. You can always tell a good friend by how quickly they’ll help you when you’re lying flat on your back. All five would rush to me in a second. And, I would do the same for them. We’re friends. Friends show up for each other.”

“Happy Father’s Day, Ray.”

“Thanks, B or P or C.”

 

 

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