“Rita, is that you?”
Dad asks when I phone.
He says with his arms open when I walk in the door.
“Well, Rita. It’s another beautiful day.”
He says while we watch TV.
A phone rings in the background of the crime drama.
“Answer the phone.”
“It must be Rita.”
I ask him to spell something.
“I don’t know. I can’t remember how to spell my own name.”
“But I can spell Rita Mary Haffie.”
“Won’t Barbara be jealous?”
Asks Nicol walking by.
“Rita was the real love of my life.”
Stood up for his Friday night date with Barbara, he says,
“Now that Hedwig and I are growing apart.”
Hedwig is Barbara’s first name, a fact few people know.
“I’ll tell Rita on you.”
He says when I make a joke at his expense.
“Rita will be staying in your room when she comes.”
“Good night Dad.”
“Good night Rita.”