Callie called Wednesday to confirm: she and Tiffy were planning to get in town yesterday, and we’re all going to dinner tonight. We’re going to Sid-Mar’s, a seafood restaurant out on the lakefront, near the neighborhood where Callie grew up.
I’m not really nervous or anything. I know I should be. I should be concerned or giddy or shopping for flowers or something. Maybe it’ll hit me when I see ’em.
In fact, the only nervousness I’ve felt came when I was telling my dad. I wanted to tell him when we were face-to-face last weekend, but there wasn’t really an opportune moment. So I had to tell him Wednesday over the phone.
He wasn’t surprised, really. I mean, he told me years ago that if I wanted to track down my biological parents, he’d be happy to help. He said he was proud of me and that he’d have done exactly the same thing, had he found himself in my position.
I told him about my uncle, about the fact that he was a theatre person and gay and all. I jokingly told dad he could stop wondering where he went wrong and just blame my uncle. He laughed, and I could tell he’d never even given the matter much thought.