The Inheritance (Volume Two)
“It stood on the opposite side of the condo like a tomb, the door always closed except in the mornings when Gina was making breakfast. My father liked the smell of butter coating the pan and bacon sizzling on the griddle. He wanted to fill their room with the sugary scent of maple syrup and almond milk.
“That’s why we keep the door open,” Gina said, tapping greasy tongs against the edge of the stove.
I used to lay in my bed, hands folded atop my stomach and tried to imagine all that coul...d be in my father’s room. Suzanne’s parents had a four poster bed with a canopy and a white lace comforter but I couldn’t see my father sleeping on something so feminine. His bed would be wide instead of tall, with a dark brown wooden frame and dark blue sheets. This was the only thing I could agree on. One day I imagined his closet filled with nothing but Gina’s clothes, the next the space was equally shared. On Monday I thought he might be the type of man who lined his shoes on the wall opposite his bed, the next they were piled neatly beneath it.MoreLess
“That’s why we keep the door open,” Gina said, tapping greasy tongs against the edge of the stove.
I used to lay in my bed, hands folded atop my stomach and tried to imagine all that coul...d be in my father’s room. Suzanne’s parents had a four poster bed with a canopy and a white lace comforter but I couldn’t see my father sleeping on something so feminine. His bed would be wide instead of tall, with a dark brown wooden frame and dark blue sheets. This was the only thing I could agree on. One day I imagined his closet filled with nothing but Gina’s clothes, the next the space was equally shared. On Monday I thought he might be the type of man who lined his shoes on the wall opposite his bed, the next they were piled neatly beneath it.MoreLess
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