I burned with embarrassment.
My dad had delivered honest, high-end professional service.
My career shouldn’t have had a single thing to do with whether or not he got compensated for his sweat.
I tried to offer Dad some reassurance.
“Don’t stress. I’ll sort something out.”
He looked right at me, gave a slow shake of his head, and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I figured he’d blow his stack.
Instead, he cast a glance across the freshly cleaned pool water.
Then a quiet grin crossed his face.