"Yes, fine. I'll act perfectly normal," I sighed.
"Well, that's a start..." John laughed. I knew that he was thinking that 'perfectly normal' for me could mean anything from slightly unsociable to complete freak show, but I was going to try to act like a.../regular/ person.
I got myself thinking. If this was the only chance for Hamish to have a friend, I didn't want to screw that up. I grabbed Johns laptop off of his desk, hoping that he wouldn't noticed.
My eyes flew to where I had guessed the Internet Safari application would be and clicked on it.
I typed into the Google search bar: What sort of questions are okay to ask your son's boyfriend?
The first search result was an anti-gay website, so I tried a different phrase: What sorts of questions are okay to ask you /child's/ boyfriend?
This time I was successful.
I found a website with an article that was titled "8 Things to Ask My Daughter's Boyfriend."
I found a few questions that seemed acceptable. The rest applied only to girls.
"Dad?" I heard Hamish say from behind me. I quickly x-ed out of the Internet browser.
"Yes, Hamish?" I asked.
"Can I wear your shirt?" He asked.
I turned around and saw him holding up my purple button-down.
I remembered the lustful way John always looked at me when I wore that shirt. I made the connection that Hamish wanted to look good for Arthur.
"Yes, that's fine," I nodded.
He smiled, "Thanks."
I checked the clock.
No wonder Hamish had started to get ready. Arthur would be here in half an hour.
"Hamish, what does Arthur like on his pizza?" I called.
"Arthur doesn't eat pizza. He's a vegan," he answered back.
"Well, what does he eat, then?" I asked, looking for an alternative.
"Salad mostly..."
Okay. I think I could manage salad.
I went into the kitchen and started rummaging in the fridge.
"Nope, that's an experiment, not lettuce..." I mumbled to myself as I pushed the bag of green colored hair out of the way. I was testing the affects of artificial hair coloring on the temperature of the hair. I didn't know what it would help prove, but I had been very bored this week.
I opened a drawer and found the lettuce and other salad components.
This was my first time making a salad, so it took me longer than I had expected.
I was using a very large knife to cut the vegetables and ended up cutting my finger a bit.
Crap. I was bleeding everywhere. I grabbed paper towels and applied pressure onto the wound.
John came into the kitchen. "Shit, Sherlock. What happened?"
"I was making a salad because Arthur's vegan and I cut myself," I explained.
"Yes, okay, go clean that and I'll finish making dinner," he sighed.
I nodded. I felt pathetic. I could solve murders better than the best of them, but I couldn't make a simple salad to impress my son's boyfriend.
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RandomIt's hard watching your children grow up, especially for this consulting detective and his blogger. This is the story of Hamish and his dads John and Sherlock. Sequel to 60 Ways to Say Goodbye
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