Page 9 of Tasty Tentacles

“It is hard to believe. Speaking of that, do you have a Christmas list yet? I’m going to do my shopping soon.”

“You’re such a good uncle. Dakota is doing puzzles these days, and if you can find one with dinosaurs, that’s even better. I’ll send over some suggestions for the others. How is Jake?”

“He’s great. We’re walking home now from our run in the park.”

“That’s nice, dear. Maybe the two of you can come for a visit someday.”

“Yes, I’d like that, but…” I’d love to visit, but it’s so complicated, with work and Enzo and Jake. I really need to make it happen. Maybe next year.

“I know, dear. Travel is difficult for you, and I understand. What are you doing for the holidays?”

“Nothing big for Christmas Eve, but I’m planning a dinner for some of my friends on Christmas.”

“That sounds fun. What are you cooking? No, wait, I can probably guess. A roast?”

“With all the fixings. Just like you make.” Enzo is going to love it. I’ve never made Mom’s signature dish for him.

She laughs and says, “Just like what I’m making. It’s rather a command performance from your father.”

“You do make the best,” I say, remembering the flavors. My gravy gets close, but never quite right.

“Your sister also requested a sweet potato pie. I haven’t made one of those in years and I’m looking forward to it. What are you making?”

“I’m going to buy a pie from my favorite bakery. He makes a great bourbon pecan pie.”

“Sounds delicious. Now you’ve gotten me thinking—I’ll have to look up some recipes. I think that’s something your father would like.”

“No doubt. I know from personal experience they’re delicious.”

“I’ll have to do it, then! Thanks for the tip. Do you want to talk to your father?”

“Yes, please. Is he around?”

“Right out back. Give me a second.”

I really need to get around to my serious subject. Maybe I can bring it up with my dad.

“Hey son! How’s it hanging?”

“I’m doing great, Dad. I hear you’re putting up the lights.”

“Trying to, but you know your mother. Cassie is dropping by later today to help.”

“Send me a picture when you’re finished!”

“Will do. It’s just the same old stuff, but the grandkids like it.”

This is it, the perfect time to address my elephant in the room.

“So, Dad, I have some news.”

Of course, my dad catches my tone instantly. “That sounds serious…is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine. I’m just thinking about doing it after the New Year. Having them removed. I just wanted to let you know.”

There’s a pause, silence, then he asks in a level voice, “Your TenTens?”

“Yes.” I don’t really know what’s next, what he’ll say. I’ve mentioned the possibility a few times over the years, but never seriously.