Jeff would always be there. Standing up, Sarah replaced the letters in the chest and then stopped by the folded flag. The pillow next to it had his me...als pinned to it. Behind the pillow was a picture of Jeff, wearing his green beret and his rakish, mischievous smile. She touched the picture with a soft smile curling her lips, knowing that yes, he was still here. Turning around, Sarah Weathers walked out to the front porch and sat in the wooden rocking chair that Jeff had built. She was. I just sat there in my usual zombie-like state as she approached me and kissed me. “You don’t have to ask, dad,” she said softly. “I’m always ready for you. I will never deny you, either now or in the future. Whether I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend; even when I am married I will always be available for you to fuck.”“Fuck Amy, you shouldn’t say things like that.”“Maybe I shouldn’t but all the same my cunt will always be available to you. Just as I hope that your big, beautiful cock will. Got it? You will live in the basement with the bugs and an AM radio and a crossword puzzle book."The girl blinked at me and nodded."Say, yes'm, or yes, Aunt Barbie," Barbie demanded through clenched teeth. When she got angry, you did not want to be around her. Barbie was 25, on her fourth husband and had a couple of studs, not counting me, warming up in the bullpen, well-heeled and eager-to-wed ones. Number four was looking very haggard these days, fucked out, destined for the discard pile from. ‘Get up, you lazy whore. Where’s my fucking breakfast?’ He demanded as he began to toss his clothes randomly about the room. ‘I didn’t marry you so you could fucking lay around the house getting fat all damned day,’ he spat with vitriol that she had never heard before. Even almost twenty years later Gail could remember that morning so vividly that it was almost like going back in time. When she did not move fast enough, he had drug her by the hair to the kitchen where he oversaw each of her.