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Jackson's dad and my dad don't have a swinging kind of relationship.
But they were in a band together—
They probably did all sorts of—
This is just too much information.
Where was I? Right. My parents having sex. Even I, a future sex researcher, prefer to not think about my parents having sex.
"Of course, it did," he says. "But you know sex isn't always intimate."
"Because I'm a researcher," I say. "And because I hook up with lots of random guys."
"As long as you're safe and you're happy, I'm happy." He sells it well enough.
He's way better at this game than I am. Damon is too. It's annoying sometimes, but not right now.
Right now, I'm glad he gives me room to challenge him. He always has. I just don't always see it.
He wants the best for me.
Mom too.
They were doing their best all this time. So many of the ideas I internalized came from other people, from outside, myself.
Some came from them, yes, but I don't blame them for it. They've always made it clear they love me and want the best for me. They've always kept me sheltered and safe.
What more could parents do, really?
Still. I have to push back. A little. One day, I'll want to have sex with someone besides Jackson. One day.
"Seeing as how you're happy for me to experiment, I'm going to pass on having an extra room for Mom and Dad. Not great for my love life."
"Is that how you move on?" Dad chuckles. "That is the best way to get over someone. By getting under someone else."
"Dad!" Too much information!
He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "Some sex researcher."
"I've heard enough about your sex life to fill several books."
"Not from me."
And, yes, I was eavesdropping pretty much every time. But adults talk way more loudly than they think. It's like an invitation to eavesdrop.
Again, he laughs. "Come on, Daph. Let's look at the roof deck."
"There's a roof deck?"
"And a one-bedroom available in the building."
"Dad—" I do not need a spare room for my parents.
"How about a two bedroom?" He bids against himself.
It's a more reasonable offer. (To be as rich as he is, all on my own. Not that Dad did it on his own. He inherited the summer house from his uncle. But he paid for it a few times over on his own).
I want the space for him here. Mom too. I'm sure she'll visit. But Dad has a more flexible schedule. He can write music from anywhere. She has to be there, at the hospital, all the time.
