I got into my car, ready to leave, when I man walked up to my car.
I rolled down the window cautiously.
"Can I help you with something, man?" I asked him. He was a bigger man, very tall, with grey facial hair. But something in his expression reminded me of Amanda.
He leaned on the window, and said,
"So you're the kid that fucked my daughter?" He said in a low, raspy voice.
"Excuse me?" I said, offended.
"You heard me," he said.
"Well, okay, buddy, I had sex with your daughter, so, go away please," I said angrily.
"I'm her father, you stupid son of a bitch."
"Yeah, you're the bastard Amanda hated," I spat.
He chuckled.
"That's me. Can I please see my granddaughter?" He asked.
"No, you can't. She's my daughter, and if I don't want you to touch her, you won't touch her."
"Vedder, I don't give a fuck if you're this big time celebrity. I want to see my granddaughter."
"No," I said. I started my car, and drove away. But then I saw him in the rearviewmirror, standing there. He looked heartbroken.
So I hit the brake.
"Fuck you, Vedder," I told myself angrily.
Her father walked up to the car again. I stepped out, opened the back door, and gently picked up Delilah.
I handed her to her grandfather.
"Oh, you are so beautiful, dear Delilah. I'm grandpa, and I want you to know I love you," he whispered to her. I watched his every move.
"Oh, step down, Vedder. What am I going to do? An old man like me?" He snapped. He kissed her on the head and handed her back to me.
"Thank you. And also, thank you for taking care of Amanda. I appreciate it." He gave me a pat on the back and left.
I strapped Delilah back into her carriage and shut the door. I got into the front seat and drove home.
