Five-year-old Eli leaned against the dock. Walter hoped that a fish pulling on the line would coax his son over. No dice; little Eli watched in furrowed judgment. Walter had tried it all: baseball, camping, arcade-game playing.
A father-son duo nearby laughed. Why can’t that be us?
A week later, Walter gets his answer. He stumbles in on his son. He’s wearing his mother’s dress. Makeup streaks his face.
“I sorry,” he says, lip quivering.
Walter takes the lipstick tube from his son’s hand. “Can I help you put it on?”