“Yeah?”
“What the fuck is going on with you and Mom?”
“Logan, mouth.”
“Fine, but answer the question, would ya?”
“The only explanation I have is women are crazy, Logan.”
He chuckles. “She said the same when I asked her.”
“Good. Then she admits it?”
“The opposite. She said men are crazy.”
“Of course she would.”
He’s quiet for a while longer.
“Is she sick, Dad? I mean, she’s tired, moody, and cries all the time.”
“Your mother is not sick. Like I said, women are crazy. All you gotta do is pick the least crazy one and hang on, Logan.”
We both laugh.
“When you’re done with college, of course,” I add.
“Of course.”
“Promise?”
“Really, Dad?”
“Just say yes.”
“You want me to lie?”
“Nope.”
“Then I can’t say yes. Crazy chicks are wild in—”
“TMI, Logan.”
He laughs like he did when he was a kid—a full belly laugh and with a smile as bright as the afternoon sun in July. Damn, it’s good to see.
“Go ahead. Let me have it. Tell me all you want to tell me.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You need condoms all the damn time?”
“XL.” He smirks.
I fist-bumped him. “That’s my boy. You in love?”
“Someday maybe.”
“Sounds good. Try not to break too many hearts, bud. Karma is the greatest bitch out there.”