CHAPTER 32: The tough questions...

Randol

Standing under the water spilling from the shower head, I instantly feel better. I wash off the dirt, blood, and sweat. Feeling like a new man, I call out to my dad. "Hey, can you hand me a towel?"

"Here you go. Need help drying off?"

"Um, no. I got it."

"Oh, all of a sudden you're shy? You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Where do you think you inherited yours from?"

"I don't want to think about it. Now or ever." I can hear laughter from the other side of the shower curtain. "God, Dad. I maynever be able to get it up again now."

"I doubt that very seriously." Now there's laughter from my side of the shower curtain.

"With a mate like mine, you're probably right." I carefully step out of the tub, with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Let me at least help you off this tile onto the carpet. If you fall and hurt yourself worse, Celeste might break my neck."

"She is feisty, isn't she?"

"Oh, son, you don't know the half of it."

"What do you mean?"