Dad

"What do you mean you're bisexual?" Dad says, his lips twisting.

"Well, I like men and wome-"

He waves his hand on the air impatiently.

"I know what it means! I'm not stupid."

I shrug and blow out a breath.

"I've never hidden it," I say.

He blinks, looks to Mum and back to me again. I drop my gaze as silence swells around us like an over filled balloon.

"Are you angry?" I ask.

Dad tuts and throws his napkin on the table.

"Of course I am. You're 33 now and I could have spent all this time talking about hot women with you!"