I had no idea why he was covered in feathers. Or why he was sleeping on the floor in the kitchen for that matter.
Then again, the fact that he was naked wasn’t exactly something I could explain either.
I bent over and shook his arm.
He opened one eye and smiled.
“Mornin’ darlin’” he drawled.
The fumes hit me like a wave of air. Now I knew why; he was drunk as fuck and I was sober as anything.
I wondered what it was like to have a father who didn’t act like a teenager every single day of his life.
Nope, I just couldn’t imagine it.