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Ghost Time

Ghost Time

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Autoren: Courtney Eldridge
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felt better. I felt like at least one person in our family, what was our family, could still be honest: me.
    My dad kept pounding. That’s all he knew how to do, pound on the door, so I walked over, and I remember feeling so calm as I unlocked and opened the door. I’ll never forget the look on his face, or my mom’s face, seeing what I’d done. He looked like he was going to fall back, and then he stepped forward, shocked, but still demanding an explanation. And I looked at him, thinking, Who are you to look at me that way? Like you don’t know the answer? And then I told him, I said, I hate you.
    We stood there, the three of us, frozen. And then, for the last time, covering his mouth with one hand, he turned to my mother, needing her, and I’ll never forget this, how calmly she said it, just like a mom. She looked at him, and for the last time, she said, I’ll get the broom.
    A few days later, you know what he did? He offered to take me out, and you know where he took me? Chuck E. Cheese’s. He took me to Chuck E. Cheese’s, okay? I mean, just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Dad announces he wants tohave a father-daughter talk. And of course he didn’t tell me where we were going, either; he just said he had a special place in mind. So when we got there, and he parked up front, my jaw dropped into my lap, watching him unbuckle his seat belt, turning to look at me, like, Surprise! And I was like, Tell me you’re just kidding. Here we are, he said, not kidding, and I go, We who? He goes, I thought we could get something to eat and talk, and I go, Knock yourself out, looking out my window, crossing my arms. Then he goes, Thea, how many times have you begged me to bring you here? He was so proud of himself for remembering the name of the place, and I said, I was six , I’m twelve, Dad. Twelve. All right, he said, sighing, turning back to face the wheel, clearly annoyed. You want to go somewhere else, then tell me where, he said, like I was being the pain in the ass, right.
    Home . Didn’t even think about it, the words came straight to mind: Home, I want to go home, Dad, but it’s not there anymore. I thought it over, and in the end, I was just like, What’s the difference? Let’s just get this over with, I said, opening my door.
    I thought I could do it, too, but when we walked through the door, I wanted to cry. It was awful, beyond awful. Because it was like seven o’clock and the whole place was full of kids, happy kids, running around, chasing each other, spazzing out on sugar and fried food and who knows what else. I just watched the kids, but it was impossible not to think, Enjoy it. Because one day, you might walk through the door and poof! It’ll all be gone, kid. I felt like I should have a T-shirt: My parents went to divorce court, and all I got was dinner at Chuck E. Cheese’s.
    What do you want to talk about? I asked, soon as the waitress brought our drinks, wanting to get the show on the road. Too painful: the whole thing was too painful, so let’s be done with it, right? So my dad takes a deep breath, looking all sorrowful, and he goes, I want you to know you can hate me, but I’m still your father. I mean, so rehearsed and so lame, I was like, Wow, you find that line in a Cracker Jack box, Dad? I said, You what, you’re leaving me and Mom for another woman, and I’m supposed to be like, Oh, good, at least you’re still my father? He goes, Thea, it’s not that simple—. You tell me you’re still my father, and you want to talk about simple? I said, looking away. And at that moment, all these bells and whistles started as a birthday party for twenty-five seven-year-olds got under way, and looking at the night sky, I thought, Lightning bolt, right here: please, just kill me now.
    I pushed my plate away, refusing to touch the food he’d ordered for me. God, I was so angry, I almost started bawling, thinking, This is love? This is your idea of love? Then he said it again, he goes, I’m still your father, and I just rolled my eyes to keep from crying. Thea. Look at me, he said, and I looked at him, glaring, so I wouldn’t cry. He had no right to see me cry. Then he said it again: I am still your father, Thea, and I love you, and I waited until I knew my voice wouldn’t crack. I swallowed and said, Lucky me. Did you hear me? he said. I love you, he said, moving like he was going to take my hands, and I go, Oh, and you know what love means, right?
    The waitress walked

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