Whether you take him to the movies, host a backyard barbecue so he can flex his grilling skills, or surprise him with one of the coolest Father's Day gifts ever, the day won’t be complete without a cute photo of you and your dad. So it’s only right you shower him with lots of love on Father’s Day 2022, which falls on Sunday, June 19 this year. When mom says no, you can somehow always convince dad to try to get her to change her mind - and no matter how much he rolls his eyes, he’s usually always ready to give you those few extra bucks you need. They supped well, like all Frenchmen and women.īut even Christmas was nothing compared to this.īelle suddenly realized she was shoveling it all in like a character from one of those stories who was tricked into eating magic food until he exploded or grew too large to escape.Īnd a slightly more down-to-earth part of her spoke up warningly, in what she liked to pretend was her mother's voice: You are, at the very least, going to have an extremely upset stomach from this rich new food.Fathers somehow have this magical ability to make you feel better about anything. The herbs that still flourished in her mother's garden spiced up dishes more than it seemed like they should have. She and her father didn't eat fancily but they ate well enough and even had meat once or twice a week. The terrine was so rich she managed only one tiny demitasse spoonful. When she broke her bread to dip, the crust shattered, the crumb inside moist to the point of almost being a custard.
“The broth was nearly clear and colorless, singing with notes of the sea- and Belle had never actually been to the sea. Then they had blackberry cobbler with ice cream for dessert.” The waitress put a whole dish of butter pats perched on ice cubes and a basket of cornbread and biscuits on their table, and all the sweet iced tea they could drink. He had fried shrimp, cheese grits, fried “okree,” and fried green tomatoes. She couldn’t read the menu, but he told her most of it, and she ordered fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, white acre peas, and biscuits fluffy as fresh-picked cotton. Pa motioned for her to sit at a small table overlooking the wharf. One snorted, "Well, they prob'ly can't read the shirt and shoes required." A few men nodded faintly at Pa the women frowned and turned their heads. As Pa opened the door, every customer paused mid-bite. Her heart thumped as she brushed dried mud from her way-too-short overalls and patted down her tangled hair. Kya had never eaten restaurant food had never set food inside. “Ah reckon we can git us some rest'rant vittles," Pa said, and led her along the pier toward the Barkley Cove Diner. "She's lost and can't seem to find her way home.” He picked up another butterfly, this one a dark violet shade, a silver streak bleeding across the edge of its wings. "Of course."Īnd he realized with a pang of sadness that these were Libby's friends for life. "Do they each have a name?"įinally she looked at him, her bright-blue eyes meeting his. He scanned the room, all the pictures on the floor. She has the power to heal all sorts of wounds." He picked up a picture of a light-purple butterfly with a string of pearls around her neck. He picked up one of the papers from the floor, and on it was a butterfly, the colors a blending of vibrant yellows and oranges. “She didn't look up, her gaze focused entirely on the paper before her as she drew what looked like a wing. Living somewhere who must be as kind as himĪnd the petals of a sunflower and every flower If I have to write a poem about my father
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