Father & Danny

"So maybe I'm getting older, and so maybe I've outgrown my childhood. So what?"

"So nothing."

"I don't recall wanting your opinion."

"So don't take it."

"Don't expect me to."

"I don't expect anything from you."

"Another derisive comment disguised as complaisance."

"So you say."

"I don't care anyway."

"Yes you do. Of course you care. You have to care."

"So you say."

"It's the truth. Now help me with this."

"Fine."

"No, grab the other end. At the same time--one, two, three."

The two briefly struggle with the awkwardly shaped object.

"You got it?"

"Yeah."

"Over there."

"Yeah."

Both: "Oophm."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem."

"I'll call you again when I need your help."

"Okay."

"Tell your mother I'm not hungry, by the way. I hear her calling you to ask me."

"Alright."

He begins to leave.

"Danny."

"Yeah?"

"Take my clubs to the car, too, before we leave."

"Yeah."

He leaves.

END