Is Dar’s father like that?

She doubted it. The few times her lover had spoken of her father, she’d heard nothing but love in her voice and she could barely remember ever feeling like that about her parents.

Kerry dropped her head into her hands and rubbed the back of her neck, hoping to ease the throbbing brought on by the stress of the day, when something occurred to her and she lifted her head again.

What would Dar’s father think about them? Her eyes widened and she realized she’d never even considered what his reaction would be on finding out.

He knew Dar was gay, didn’t he? Her brow creased and she tried to remember their conversations about that, relaxing when she recalled that Dar had said her parents both knew.

“Phew.” She rubbed her eyes. “I don’t need to deal with that tonight and I know she doesn’t either.”

To one side, the monitor mounted on the cabinet beeped softly.

Kerry looked up at it, resisting the urge to simply punch the device.

Instead, she keyed it, glancing at the screen as it flickered to life.

She studied the emails, then she just shut it off and turned, sliding down and sitting on the kitchen floor, resting her elbows on her knees and closing her eyes.

“SO WE WERE out in the woods,” Dar said, “Doing this damn fool thing and a sinkhole opened up under us.”

Andrew straightened. “Mah god.”

“Yeah,” Dar agreed. “Anyway, things got worse from there and,”

she paused. “just went downhill, I guess.” She looked across the living room for the nth time, unable to believe what she was seeing. “Daddy, I can’t believe you’re here.”

Her father got up and crossed over to her, sitting down on the loveseat next to Dar and putting a gentle hand on her knee. “S’allright, I can’t neither,” he said. “Had me a real rough time and it’s hard being here and seeing ever’thing.”

Dar studied his face, so seamed with scars anyone who knew him less well than she did might even have passed him by in the street. She could see pain there, and a haunting she could only guess at, but the eyes, the pale eyes she saw in the mirror every morning hadn’t changed at all.


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Her Daddy. Dar found a smile somewhere and exhaled. “Have you called Mom?”

Her father’s eyes shifted, and went past her. “No.”

The door bell chimed softly and Dar hesitated, then relaxed as Kerry appeared from the kitchen and crossed behind her to answer it.

“Thanks.”

Kerry ruffled her hair as she went past, but didn’t answer.

Andrew got up and resumed his seat on the other couch, clasping his hands as Kerry returned from the door with a tray and set it on the table between them. She knelt beside the table and started sorting things out, one hand lifting briefly to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear.

“Kerry had a tough day.” Dar broke the silence. “I walked out and she had to clean up the mess I left behind.”

“That’s not really true.” Kerry offered Andrew a burger and fries on a plate, and handed Dar one just like it. “I left too.” She put a hand on her own plate. “Why don’t I, um...” She started to get up and move towards the kitchen.

“Sit down.” Dar grabbed the back of her waistband and yanked her backwards onto the loveseat without ceremony. “I thought you got lost in there. I was going to send Chino after you.”

“Um, okay. I guess I will.” Kerry pulled her plate over and settled it onto her knees, keeping a little distance between herself and Dar and taking her fork to her broiled salmon. “I thought maybe you two would want to talk,” she said. “Alone, I mean.”

Andrew looked up from his plate. “Ah look like the kind of man who’d chase a gal from her own place and make her chow by herself?”

Kerry blinked at him. “Um.” She cleared her throat gently. “I just met you.” She glanced at Dar for support, but her partner had her eyes firmly fixed on her fries. “But if you’re half as chivalrous as your daughter, no.”

Dar blushed visibly. Andrew smiled, as much as his scars would allow.

A silence fell, as they concentrated on eating, and keeping their plates out of Chino’s range.

KERRY EMPTIED THE remains of their dinner into the trash, setting the plates into the sink for later washing. She turned as she heard a sound behind her to find Dar entering on her crutches, a tired but happy look on her face. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Dar moved forward and stopped next to her. “What a night.”

Kerry leaned over and gave Dar a kiss on the arm. “Incredible.”

Dar fiddled with her crutch grips. “It’s late,” she said. “I’m going to see if he wants to stay over.” Her eyes lifted to Kerry’s. “If that’s okay with you.”


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“Dar.” Kerry looked at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me if you’re seriously asking me that.”

Her partner shrugged. “I’m too tired to think straight,” she admitted. “I need to take a few aspirin and sack out.” She leaned against the counter. “Brain overload.”

“Yeah.” Bed sounded almost impossibly good. Kerry hesitated though. “Listen.” She glanced past Dar, then up at her face. “Want me to sleep upstairs?”

Dar’s brows creased. “Huh?”

“I know you said your folks were okay with you being gay, Dar, but...you know.” Kerry hesitated. “Saying something and being hit in the face with it are two different things.”

Dar started chuckling. “Uh, no. It’s okay,” she said. “He knows you live here...with me.”

“Well, sure but...” She glanced at the floor. “We could be roommates.”

“My father’s...” Dar paused, shaking her head a little. “Talking about him in the present again. Damn. “ A gentle smile appeared. “This is so incredible.”

Kerry leaned against her and grinned. “I am so happy for you,” she whispered.

“Anyway.” Dar cleared he throat. “My father’s definitely a man of the world.” She gave her partner a kiss on the head. “He saw the picture on the TV stand,” she said. “Honest, Ker, it doesn’t matter to him. Never did.”

Kerry felt a little foolish. “Oh. Right.” She rubbed her temple. “I think I’m a little overtired too,” she murmured, “and after everything that happened today, I’m on spin cycle. I don’t know what to feel or think right now.”

Dar kissed the top of her head. “C’mon,” she said. “I think this just put tomorrow into perspective.”

True, Kerry had to admit, finding herself almost at the point where she’d stopped caring. “If I quit tomorrow, can we go somewhere?” she asked. “Camping or something?”

“Hell yeah.” Dar followed her out into the living room. “Anywhere you want.”

DAR SAT DOWN on the edge of the waterbed, studying the bruised flesh under her just removed brace. She rested both hands on the rail and exhaled, listening to Kerry puttering around in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

The bedroom was dim and she slowly swung her legs over and laid down flat, resting her head on the pillow and letting her body relax at last, with a tiny groan as her muscles unlocked and she could close her eyes.

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and her mind able to step back from all that had happened and just think for a little while.

A swirl of emotion went through her and she rested her arm over her eyes as she felt the bed move a little, and then the space next to her warmed up with Kerry’s presence. “Ugh.”

“Ugh,” Kerry repeated. “How are you doing?” She rubbed Dar’s belly lightly.

Dar let her arm drop and she turned her head, studying Kerry’s dimly lit profile. “Damned if I know,” she sighed.

“Likewise,” her partner admitted. “But at least we had a fantastic night.”

“Yeah,” Dar whispered, after a pause. “It’s so damn hard to believe.”

Kerry propped her head up on one hand and reached over to run her fingers through Dar’s hair with the other. “I like your father.” She watched Dar’s lips twitch into a smile. “He reminds me a lot of you.”

Dar nodded slowly. “Everyone always said that,” she murmured.

“It was hard when he...” She fell silent. “I felt like I lost the only person who ever really understood me.”

Kerry laid her hand along Dar’s cheek.

“Just figures the day he shows up I walk out on my job huh?” Dar reached up and rubbed her eyes impatiently. “Nice.”

Kerry could hear the pain in her voice. “Hey, sweetie. I’m sure he doesn’t give a damn.”

“I give a damn,” Dar admitted softly. “I feel like such a jerk.”

Kerry squirmed a little closer and put her arm around her lover, hugging her. “Honey you’re not a jerk. There were a lot of other people in that whole thing that were jerks. Not you. Me maybe.”

Dar buried her face against Kerry’s neck, turning onto her side and returning the hug.

Kerry could feel her shaking, a little. She put further words aside and just gave what comfort she could, rubbing Dar’s back with light fingers.

With a faint sniffle, Dar shifted and wrapped herself around Kerry.

“You’re not a damn jerk.”

Kerry sighed.

“Just an impulsive hothead.”

Kerry’s brows twitched. She was momentarily silent, then she cleared her throat. “I’m pretty sure no one’s ever said that about me before,” she admitted. “Is that good or bad?”

“I like impulsive hotheads.” Dar seemed to have regained a bit of her humor. “In fact, I love them.”

Kerry nuzzled her ear, then blew lightly in it. “I love you too,” she said, as they both smiled and exhaled, at the same time.

The darkness of the room settled over them, and the fractious day finally came to its end.