My parents fought. I knew she was going to be a heartbreaker. On a typical Saturday I would expect my father to be in his recliner in front of the television or my daughter making noise cleaning or just listening to music in her room or the office. Another step and I saw the lean back of young woman shimmering with sweat. Her body, like this, ready to bring about the next generation of men. I had to know who this woman was that had my 92 year old father sexually active. My curiosity got the better of me and as my eyes crested the top of the stairs, I saw across the landing to my father’s room and through his open door. With my father adjusting to life without my mother surprisingly quickly, like I said – just a few weeks, I had rarely seen him more at peace.
