5:43pm: someone left eight beers in a line under the sink. Drank still-cold green juice from this morning. Sitting in car with engine idling. Remember searching apartment for an extension cord and the cats. Dad said ‘I found one’ and held up a cord. I thought it would be a cat. I said things I didn’t believe about the cats like ‘they’re here, I know it.’ he said ‘I know they’re here’ and ‘they couldn’t just run away, someone would’ve seen’ a few times. Debbie and Naiem and Leo were already downstairs, there was tension, knew dad was about to leave. I said ‘I wish you could stay for dinner.’ He said ‘here, why don’t I get rid of this tape,’ and walked to the rolled-up mattress. I said ‘yeah, yeah, let’s move it to the corner. It’ll be a corner bed.’ dad said ‘I lived in a place about this size with Galen’ as we held opposite ends of the mattress. Dad cut the tape with his pocket knife and we unrolled the mattress. There was a quiet moment. I opened a bag containing the mattress pad I’ve used since 2008. Dad bought it for me when I found a king-sized mattress and box-spring on the street and was moving into a house with two friends. He seemed giddy when he surprised me with the pad, I think because taking a king-sized bed from the street would be something he would do, ‘much to the disapproval of the stupid world,’ and he liked that I would do something like that too. Instead of getting a new pad I cut the king-sized one to fit my next mattress, slightly bigger than the one I use now.