A taller guy stepped onto the dark lawn.
"You, out of my way. Where's my wife? And my dinner?"
"Why? And I'm not in your way."
Which was true I wasn't. I was standing off to one side of the lawn, not on the sidewalk in between the 2.
"I'm hungry. And don't talk back to me."
Those were the words my own father always used to use right before his outbursts.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" the guy asked.
"I'm waiting for Jordan."
The guy came closer to me. He too smelled of alcohol.
Margo came outside.
"Oh hey Jen," she said.
I turned and looked.
"Hi."
"I'm going over to.......Dad. What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Hey. You. Seen your mother?"
"She's. No. I haven't."
"Don't lie to me," he said, stepping back from me and coming closer to her.
I stepped between them.
"Jen you don't want to do this."
"No Margo I don't want to. I have to."
"But you could....."
"Yeah. I know."
It sure was taking Jordan a long time to get back.