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sun is so bright today,” he said.
    â€œI’m glad to hear you got up to close them,” Ferrin said, ignoring his grumpiness. “We are having lunch downstairs.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œDoctor’s orders, I’m afraid.” A little white lie never hurt anything, she thought. She just needed him out of this room. Maybe he’d find something to renew his happiness.
    â€œTold you she had it in for me. She knows I can’t get out of the bed,” he said.
    â€œBy your own words you closed the drapes.”
    â€œDamn, heard that, did ya?”
    She smiled at him. There were moments when he was the father she’d always wanted. “Yup. Now up and at ’em.”
    â€œI’m not sure I can,” he said.
    â€œReally?” she asked, walking over to the bed. “You told me that you don’t want to retire, but you will have no choice unless you get up. The thing is, you aren’t going to be able to do it all at once. Just one small step each day.”
    â€œYou think?”
    â€œI know. Isn’t that what you would tell your players?”
    â€œTouché.”
    Pushing the covers back, he swung his pajama-covered legs over the side. He was a big man, almost six-four, and he was solid. She came to his side and offered him her arm, which he took to stand up. He held on to her as he carefully rose. Their eyes met and for the first time in her life she felt as though her father needed her.
    Being here while he lay in bed hadn’t really made her feel like anything other than a glorified nursemaid. But this...this mattered.
    He shuffled over to his chair and she helped him sit down so he could put his slippers on.
    â€œI’m pretty weak,” he admitted.
    â€œYou are. That’s why we are having lunch outside.”
    She helped him stand up again and he took a few steps on his own and then walked toward the door. It was as if he was trying to make sure he knew his own limitations.
    â€œI’ve always made my guys who were recovering from an injury get back on the field. Made them move. I guess I needed someone to make me do it.”
    â€œGuess so,” Ferrin said.
    â€œThanks, sunshine,” he said, before opening the door and making his way carefully down the stairs.
    Ferrin followed him down the stairs, wondering how much of their problems was down to her always falling back on childhood disappointments. Maybe she and her dad should start with a clean slate. Start over so she could get to know him as an adult.
    Joy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, watching their slow progress. She winked at Ferrin as Coach stepped off the stairs and made his way out to the patio.
    â€œGood job,” Joy said.
    â€œHe was ready,” Ferrin admitted. But she was secretly pleased.
    She stopped in the kitchen to don a beach hat and her sunglasses before picking up her father’s college baseball cap and his sunglasses.
    She handed them to him as she joined him at the table. Coach stared out at the horizon and she wondered what he saw out there.
    â€œWhat are you looking at?” she asked.
    â€œYour mom and I used to talk about buying a boat,” he said suddenly.
    Ferrin figured it wouldn’t help him to know that her mom and stepdad had one that they took out on the lake every weekend. “Why didn’t you?”
    â€œI was busy and you were little. Didn’t want you to drown. You weren’t very strong as a kid.”
    â€œStrong? I was healthy,” Ferrin said.
    â€œYeah, but you weren’t outdoorsy,” he said. “I tried to teach you to swim but you cried. I tried to teach you to play football, again with the crying.”
    â€œI’m sensing a theme here,” she said. “I remember you tossing me into the pool.”
    â€œYeah, your instincts never really kicked in,” he said.
    â€œThat’s not how you teach a kid to swim,” she said.
    â€œIt’s how my dad did