I wanted to make sure I gave him his money before I got too drunk to remember or even make it over there. I knocked but the door wasn't all the way cl...sed and opened just an inch or so. No one answered even though I knew someone was home. I could hear a muffled voice but couldn't figure out what it was saying. I knocked again, ever so gently to keep the door from opening further and the muffled voice grew even louder.I tell myself it was out of concern, or sometimes out of curiosity, but the. ’ he said ‘And this time put some tuna in it.’ ‘Sorry.’ I replied. ‘Be right back.’ ‘Hurry up, we only have an hour for lunch.’ ‘Right.’ I hurried to the kitchen before I even completely realized what had just happened. I had made him lunch, in his own apartment, and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he yelled at me and made me do it again. And worse, I just said ‘sorry’ and was now doing it again. What was happening? I should just bring this back and tell him to fix it himself. Even as I was. I was looking at Chazzy when that thought crossed my mind. I didn't want her ever thinking that my Dad had anything to do with his death. She might possibly hold it against me. I couldn't have that.My father and mother had been dead for five years, dying only a few months apart. He never mentioned the Smiths in the later years, except to caution me that one time about staying away from the property. There was mystery, but I couldn't begin to tell what it was. I started thinking, maybe with. "Shit. Not only am I whole, but I'm seventeenagain. This is fucking great. What a great guy Morfus is."After a quick shower, Daryl joined his parents in the kitchen forbreakfast."Ready for the game against Westmont?" his father asked."Of course, we'll beat them just like we always do." he repliedsmugly. "It's always fun to beat your crosstown rivals. Thisgame won't be any different from any of the other Westmont gamesI've played in." This will make four straight wins against them. That.