Ennis was sitting on the step of his trailer, smoking a cigarette, when he saw Curt’s maroon Camaro coming down the road. He squinted and saw Junior at the wheel, and ambled over to her as she pulled into the yard.
“Daddy, you really need to get a phone,” she said, getting out of the car.
“What happened ta hello?” Ennis said, as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, of course, hello Daddy,” she said, returning the kiss and the hug. “I came by ta see if you want to go out for Mexican food with Curt n me tonight. There’s a new place in town that has really good fajitas.”
“Ah, thanks, honey, but I don’t really like Mexican food.”
Junior looked puzzled. “What do ya mean, Daddy? You used ta eat Mexican food, tacos and stuff.”
Ennis shrugged, “I dunno…it, it…gives me indigestion lately. Just don’t like it the way I used ta—brings back memories or somethin’. What say, we can go ta the Knife and Fork instead.”
“Oh, I’m so sick of that place and Curt really likes Mexican.”
“Well then honey, you just go along without me. I’ve got some leftovers, anyway, and you don’t want me hornin’ in on your good time.” He opened the car door and helped Junior back into the driver’s seat. “Thanks for the invite. Thanks for thinkin’ a me.”
“Sure thing,” said Junior, nodding. “And, Daddy, you really need ta get a phone.”
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