He got pulled over twice driving my car and once backed it into a pole. Nearly every Monday, his day off, we could be found in the shallow end of that pool, where he taught me how to tread water and float on my back. We would lay our towels on the sand, dive in, and swim out about half a mile, beyond the kelp beds. She pointed out that I had never seen my father go in the water, much less swim. Show More. As I lay there, I realized: He was slurring his words.
I tried to remember if they even knew I was in Guatemala.
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We love getting mail. At the age of seven I would barely put my face in the water. I knew he would have done it. After I left the farm, ducks receded from my consciousness until Danni flew into my backyard one Fourth of July weekend. He dove in and came up fast for air, breathing heavily as he swam toward me. One day his mother found him passed out on his bedroom floor.