As my toe touched the water, my cell phone rang. “Hello,” I answered, obviously annoyed. “Hey Mia! I’m not ...eeling too good. I need a lay --- and of course my favorite wingman. Can you be ready in an hour?” Max sounded serious. “Give me two, I was about to take a bath.” “Ok, meet you down at Combos Club at 9:30.” He hung up. I placed my cell phone on the counter and slowly climbed into the tub. I. ’“Keys, Father,” I said.He was ‘reluctant.’“If you head out doors after three of those cans ... I’ll call the police,” I said. “Give me your keys.”He huffed.I huffed right back.After his third liter I wrestled him to the ground, took his keys and locked his Shelby ... I’ve never met mom ... I don’t intend to lose the only parent I have.I have never seen Daddy so despondent or that drunk. Then ... It dawned on me ... I am 20 ... today. Mom ... twentieth ... now I’m depressed.Alice took my keys.. Slight, but an edge.I had read in a woman’s self-help magazine — career advice — that the person who speaks first is at a disadvantage. Unfortunately, Meriwether must have known about that old adage too.My immediate concern was that I didn’t know how long I could retain her attention — I needed to keep her out of the Hummer long enough to make my point. Signal for the big reveal.I said, “Call Dixie Wexler off.”A smirk is not Meriwether’s best look. For a billionaire, she hadn’t kept herself up.. Off, away as fast as you can from the crazy girl. Ouff. I slam into a hard, warm body. Your hand on my shoulder steadies me, as I look up at you, stammering my apologies. "It's ok," you say. "Should've warned you I was standing here," you grin. You hold out the pen to me. I take it and scribble my name and the time. My hand shakes from remembering how you felt as I was squashed against you. You say goodbye, with a cheeky wink and I follow down the stairs and out through the staff entrance,.