29- The Wine

Everyone else had gone home as well as Roni and her husband and Alessandro as well. It was just Dad and I alone in the house.

He had spent the whole of the previous night playing his music and wailing away the whole night.

I knocked on his bedroom door.

“Come in,” he replied

I twisted the door handle and opened the door. I found my father seated my his radio player and photo albums scattered around him and a bottle of wine.

“Come in, my cupcake,” he answered.

I walked in and sat next to him.

“Don't tell me that there are more people here. If there are, just tell them that I am asleep, and I will see them later,” he said

“Oh no, there is no one else. It's just me.” I answered

“I was meant to ask you, how was your walk with Alessandro?” He questioned.

Just him bringing up the name sent chills down my spine. I thought of the kiss, the conversation, his scent and the hug. I hated that I thought of him at the mention of his name.

“Tori?” my dad called out.

“Oh, I am sorry. I zoned