"I really like him, Dad," I sighed, eating some of the grapes he had left out on the kitchen counter. "You have to meet him! He's darling." My dad laughed, coming to sit by me.
"Well, if he's so wonderful, the only regret I'll have is that your mother can't meet him."
I smiled. "Oh, Daddy, she'd love him."
Suddenly, Tate came around the corner, surprised to see my dad. "Hey, Summer... I let myself in the front door, sorry. I knocked, but..." I got up and led Tate over, trying not to look worried as my dad not-so-subtly scrunitized him.
"Dad, this is Tate. Who I've told you about." My dad said nothing and continued to analyze Tate. "Tate, this is my dad, Stephen Ying. He's a teacher at the school. He filled in for one of the old English professors. That's why we moved here, remember how I told you that? Right, Dad?" Ugh, he was still staring. How embarrassing! "Dad?"
"I've seen you before." he stated matter-of-factly, still not moving from the kitchen counter to shake hands or do at least something relaltively politely.
Tate bit his lip nervously, fussing with his hair. "No, sir. I don't think we've ever met."
"No. I've seen you before. I never forget a face." My dad sat and pondered for a bit more. He looked like he was staring into Tate's soul, for God's sake. Suddenly, he shot up, snapping his fingers. "The school! I've seen your picture at the school. It was in one of the old newspapers. Like, old newspapers..." I couldn't let my Dad carry on. Tate looked as if he might pee himself.
"Dad, seriously, stop." I gently grabbed Tate's arm. "We're going upstairs. I think we should talk later." My dad seemed embarrassed all of a sudden. I'm not one to be spiteful, but for the moment, I felt pleased that he was so humiliated.
"It was very nice to meet you, Tate," he waved as we turned towards the stairs, his cheeks a bright red.
Once I shut the door to my bedroom, Tate started to laugh. It was my turn to blush. "What?"
"Jesus, if I had known I was going to be interrogated I would have come more prepared! I thought I would just have to shake his hand and say 'Yes, sir' and 'Of course, Mr. Ying' a bunch of times. Never that!" If I wasn't upset before, I was now. I felt so awful about how my father had acted. What had gotten into him? Tate stopped laughing. "Summer, don't be upset. I like your dad. I think we can learn to get along." He pulled me into a hug, his soft hands rubbing my back.
"I hope so." I pulled away from him and sat on the bed, glancing at the picture of my mom on my bedside table. "My mother would have loved you right away. Even if she didn't love you, she would have pretended to. She might have even treated you better than Ky," I said, smiling a little. "Tate, you really are wonderful. I'm so glad I know you."
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