Chapter 5

Fuck, there are no tennis balls. I would say I’m sad because this probably means it is the end of the story. I thought there would always be 300 tennis balls. I do not know why they ran away. It rained. A little girl played in the park. I don’t think she scared off the tennis balls. I called my dad and asked him if they were in the back seat of the car. He said, “Why don’t you ever call me? Your mother and I are very worried about you. We love you, but you never call us. We don’t know what is going on in your life. It makes me wish I had more children. If I had more children more people would love me. With only you I feel no love in my life. Your mother still loves me, but she’s been doing it for so long that I don’t even notice it anymore. Sometimes when I’m leaving the house I accidently shut her love in the door and it yelps. Half the time I don’t even have time to apologize and give it kisses. This is partly the reason why I think your mother and I are in marriage counseling. I think another reason we are in counseling is because our only child doesn’t love us anymore and never calls.”

I had no answer for him. I pretended my phone battery was dying and hung up.