Twenty-Eight
D ad, you don’t look good. Want me to make an appointment for you?” She’d been neglecting her father since Scott came back to town. Any other time of year and she would have been on top of things. “I’m calling the doctor and making an appointment for you.”
“I can do it.”
“I know you can, Dad, that’s not the issue.”
She had left the bakery to have lunch with her dad because she’d been feeling guilty not spending as much time with him, but now the guilt had quadrupled.
He didn’t look well, and he was moving more slowly than normal.
She put their plates on the table and sat down. She didn’t want to nag him during their time together, but she couldn’t let it go. “Promise you’ll call?”
He crossed his fingers over his heart. “Now, tell me about Scott.”