Dad is almost at a loss for words, which is rare for him.
He’s ready to use a new verb for the first time; I can feel it.
“Do you tweet?” He finally spits it out.
“Yes, Dad. Yes. I do.”
There is a moment of silence as he attempts to digest this strange datum about his eldest daughter.
A few minutes later he gets off the phone, as if he has a need to be alone.
[Memo to Yazoots: How’m I doing? I’m sorry I fictionalized what you said. By “I’m sorry,” of course, I mean, “I am not sorry in the least.“]
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