“The weather’s supposed to be terrible this weekend,” he said.
Heavy rain was forecast Friday through Monday due to some tropical storm coming up from the Gulf, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t heading to the shore to work on my tan.
“I know. I just need to get out of Philly for a few days and relax. I’m stressed out with work and…everything.”
He agreed to let me use the house and warned me to make sure I left it how I found it. “I mean that, Jason,” he said. “Don’t go down there and throw a party and trash the place.”
“I’m not going to throw a party, Dad.”
He grunted like he didn’t believe me. He probably thought I was going to bring a gaggle of my gay friends there to drink, get high, and fuck and suck each other in every room. Whatever. I told him I’d stop by and pick the keys up tomorrow.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll leave them on the kitchen table.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”