"Are you scared?" I ask Dad over the phone.
"What do I have to be scared about?" he says. "We're locked in our rooms."
He's always been tough like that, stoic, but I wish I could see his face, hug ... [+]
The weather was good today, you answer whenever I ask how are you, how was your day. I don't know when we stopped talking about what mattered the most because you won't tell me. I ask are you OK, and you shrug and wait until I'm out of the room to confess to your cigarette. If you wanted me to figure you out without you taking a risk once in a while, you should've married the magician, the one who made you beam when he pulled a rabbit out of a hat and gave it to you for the world to see.