“So, Pad, you never talk about your family. Or at least I don’t remember.”
“Nothing to tell really. My dad left us when I was five. Don’t really remember him. I don’t know where he lives either. My Mom said they just exchanged paperwork and got divorced that way. My Mom? She worked as waitress until she passed when I was twelve.”
RJ noticed the change in his voice, the slight tremor, and leaned over. “Hey, you don’t have to talk about it.”
“No, I’m good. She died of cancer. My Aunt Madeleine—we all call her Maddy—her sister, took me in.”
“Is that why you’re going back to Tampa? Because of your aunt?”
Pad nodded. “Yup. MacDill Air Force Base is just a few miles away from her home. Short biking distance actually. Plus I’ve got pretty good friends there too.”
“Hey, let’s hit the pool.”
“Alright, I can watch you do laps again.”
RJ smiled. “Yeah, this time no need to pretend you’re checking me out.”
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