“No,” Clara said, barely louder than the water dripping from the pool ladder.
“It was almost 20 years ago.”
Glen settled back on his heels.
“A woman came in one Saturday and asked everyone to draw something that meant hope.”
Clara closed her eyes.
The party seemed to vanish around us.
No plates rattled.
No children yelled.
Even Ariel became still.
“I had just had surgery,” Clara revealed.
Her hand rested over the tattoo.
“I had a tumor removed. The scar ran across my stomach, and I couldn’t look at it without thinking about everything that almost happened.”
My father stared at her.
“You never told me that part.”
“I told you I had surgery.”
“You said it was years ago.”
“It was.”
She looked at him briefly before turning away.
“I did not want to spend the rest of my life introducing myself through the worst thing that had happened to me.”
Glen rubbed his thumb against his palm.
“I drew a lighthouse because it stands in bad weather without pretending the weather isn’t there.”
Ariel leaned against him.
“And the sun?”
He smiled faintly.
“I put that sun on everything back then too, sweetheart.”
Clara examined the tattoo as though she had not truly seen it in years.
“Underneath, he wrote two words.”
She lowered the towel slightly.
Below the lighthouse, nearly hidden beneath the swimsuit seam, faded lettering curved along the scar.
Still Standing.
My father lowered himself back into his chair.
No one was laughing anymore.
The suspicion inside me did not disappear immediately. It slowly began to loosen.
Glen had been 21.
Clara had been using her maiden name.
Years afterward, she married my father.
By then, Glen had moved away, changed his hair, and become the man I met at a friend’s barbecue.
Clara had changed as well.
Different hairstyle.
Different surname.
One brief afternoon inside a crowded art room had been buried beneath two decades of life.
Until a three-year-old recognized a crooked sun.
Ariel reached toward Clara’s stomach.
Clara nodded permission.
Ariel touched one finger to the lighthouse.
“Daddy made it pretty.”
NEXT PAGE
