My dad—and this was common—faded away in the crowd and hid from us. My dad loves to do this: to vanish for ten to fifteen minutes and then suddenly reappear. It’s a slow-moving peekaboo or immersion exercise in abandonment. In a bad father, this could be the sign of having a secret second family, but my dad always came back from these short lessons in object impermanence with some sort of hard candy. We were okay, but now—as a person who knows people who have kids—I think, “Huh.” I like to dissolve into the distance—a few lengths from loved ones—myself. Scott and I will be at the airport and I
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Lol I do this to Tom regularly XD
