Walked downstairs last night to take my dirty dishes to the dishwasher and dad was on the couch watching a very young John Cusack and an even younger Jack Black.
I gasped. . “Is that High Fidelity?”
Dad grunted. “No, hang on,” he fumbled for the remote and paused it, “it’s… oh, yeah. High Fidelity.”
“That is literally a Top 5 movie for me.” That was a reference. “I love that movie. I didn’t realize it was streaming.”
“Yeah. It’s alright, I guess.”
I gasped again. “You’ve never seen it?”
“No.” His tone of voice gave away that he was surprised I liked it, and that I was reacting so strongly. I got the impression he was just looking for something to watch.
“Well, I would love to hear your thoughts about it when you’re done.” I put the dishes away and went back upstairs, and soon to bed.
In the morning, I went downstairs after showering and dressing, and dad was making coffee. I got my vitamins, waited for the coffee, nonchalant.
“So. What did you think of High Fidelity?”
“It was OK I guess.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“It was a little silly.”
Silly? I didn’t say it out loud, only thought it.
He continued. “But I guess rom-coms often are.”
OK dad, fine, keep your secrets then.