“Oh My God!” she spun around. With an exaggerated frown on her face, she presented
him with an opened box of Trojan condoms. “Dad was sexually active!”
William's jaw dropped. “M-Maybe,” he stuttered. “They were from a long time ago.”
Willow studied the back of the box. “They don't expire for two years!”
She threw the box on the bed and cringed.
“I didn't even know that he dated,” she said. “Where would he be picking up women?”
William glanced at the box on the bed and remembered his final conversation with
his father. It had taken place in the garage just before he died.
“He told me to join Tinder,” William said.
“Dad was on Tinder!” Willow shouted. “Oh, now I am picturing him on a date with
someone half our age.”
Willow's comment made the image jump into his head. He wondered if his father would
have dated a twenty-one-year-old.
“What if he was someone's sugar daddy?” Willow asked, cringing. “I don't think I
can pack anymore.”
“He wasn’t like that,” William said, defending his deceased father. “I don't
think.”
Willow froze, glancing at the box of condoms on the bed.
“You take them,” she told her brother.
“I'm not going to use Dad's condoms!” William declined. “That's gross. Even if they
are unused.”
“Either way, I'm going to let you go through Dad's room on your own,” she told him.
“I'm going to start on my old room.”
Willow rushed out of the room.
William picked up the trash bag full of baseball caps and sat on the bed. After a