Back On the Ropes
Chapters (85)
  1. Dedication
  2. A Quick Note from Kathryn
  3. 1. Dean
  4. Dean
  5. 2. Tabitha
  6. Tabitha
  7. 3. Dean
  8. Dean
  9. 4. Tabitha
  10. Tabitha
  11. 5. Dean
  12. Dean
  13. 6. Tabitha
  14. Tabitha
  15. 7. Dean
  16. Dean
  17. 8. Dean
  18. Dean
  19. 9. Tabitha
  20. Tabitha
  21. 10. Dean
  22. Dean
  23. 11. Tabitha
  24. Tabitha
  25. 12. Tabitha
  26. Tabitha
  27. 13. Dean
  28. Dean
  29. 14. Dean
  30. Dean
  31. 15. Tabitha
  32. Tabitha
  33. 16. Tabitha
  34. Tabitha
  35. 17. Dean
  36. Dean
  37. 18. Dean
  38. Dean
  39. 19. Dean
  40. Dean
  41. 20. Tabitha
  42. Tabitha
  43. 21. Dean
  44. Dean
  45. 22. Tabitha
  46. Tabitha
  47. 23. Dean
  48. Dean
  49. 24. Tabitha
  50. Tabitha
  51. 25. Dean
  52. Dean
  53. 26. Tabitha
  54. Tabitha
  55. 27. Dean
  56. Dean
  57. 28. Tabitha
  58. Tabitha
  59. 29. Dean
  60. Dean
  61. 30. Tabitha
  62. Tabitha
  63. 31. Tabitha
  64. Tabitha
  65. 32. Dean
  66. Dean
  67. 33. Tabitha
  68. Tabitha
  69. 34. Dean
  70. Dean
  71. 35. Dean
  72. Dean
  73. 36. Tabitha
  74. Tabitha
  75. 37. Tabitha
  76. Tabitha
  77. 38. Dean
  78. Dean
  79. Epilogue
  80. WANT MORE DEAN AND TABITHA?
  81. A Note from the Author
  82. Acknowledgments
  83. Hang Out With Kathryn!
  84. About Kathryn
  85. Books By Kathryn

“Hi, kiddo.” To my dad, I said, “I don’t know what you’re cooking tonight, but I’ve been thinking about a chicken cheesesteak all day.”

He tapped my arm. “You got it. And is that Lin’s photo album?”

I held it in my outstretched hand. “Oh, you mean these pictures of her Saturday Night Fever–themed birthday party? Why yes, yes, it is.”

He gave a funny shrug. “My memory is that I looked good in those silver bell-bottoms.”

Juliet poked my cheeks with her fingers. I made a silly face at her. “I plan to give the best ones to Kathleen so she can put them on your Christmas card this year.”

I walked over to Alexis and Eric in their red vinyl booth.

“Gimme, gimme,” my sister said, taking the photo album. “We promise not to laugh too hard, Dad.”

“I’m unable to make that promise,” Eric said.

Dad’s response was to flash us a mischievous grin as he tossed the towel back over his shoulder. “You laugh now until you’re waiting an hour for your dinner.”

He slipped back behind the counter, and Juliet very seriously slid a coloring book my way with one purple and one green crayon. “Will you color with me?”

“Of course,” I said. “Your mom and I used to come here after school. We’d do our homework while Pop-Pop cooked food for people.”

Alexis snorted. “I learned all of my best curse words as a kid from the people who sat next to us at that counter, yelling at whatever was happening on Action News.”

I leaned over the table to see what pictures she was looking at. They were slightly faded, some more blurry than others. My dad and his sister, Aunt Linda, looked like they’d walked off the set of the Stayin’ Alive music video. He had his arm around her shoulders, and they were laughing outrageously at some joke we’d never know.

“She still has those same curtains,” I said.

“They were legends, man,” Eric said.

I looked affectionately at the picture in front of me. “You’re not wrong.”

Alexis looked up and shut the album with a dramatic flair. “Did I read your text this morning correctly? Are you really helping Dean Knox-Morelli clean the abandoned lot next to Linda’s house?”