Jason's old truck

Well, it used to be mine- rolled up around 1 pm. It was bright and sunny and getting warm. He busted in and saw me and yelled "Hey Daddy-O! How ya doing?"

"My name ain't Daddy-O. It's Soren son of Sorenson."

Jason looked at me kinda confused kinda smiling.

"Dad, your names Robert."

"Aw hell I know that. Where you been?"

"I spent the night at Jimmy's. Me and him and Chester and a couple other guys got in a poker game and it went kinda late. I figured I better not drive three sheets to the wind."

"Hmm yeah good idea. Want some coffee, it's all made. Did you see Janey?"

"Dad she broke up with me last year. You know that."

"Oh dang I forgot."

"Don't worry about it, Dad. I'll find another gal. There's plenty of sea in the fish, if ya know what I mean!"

I didn't quite follow him but I let it go. 

Janey was a sweetheart. Jason had dated her for three years and she was like a daughter to me. She took care of his mother when she had come down sick. Mrs Sorenson hadn't been the easiest of patients but Janey had been so good. It was sad she weren't around any more. Neither of them.

"Why did Janey leave you, again? "

"DAD, give me a break. I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry."

"Just let it be, Dad."

"Okay."