My Father Texted Me at 2:43 A.M. to Say I Was Dead to Him

been to my apartment in two years. He didn’t know the doorman’s name. He didn’t know which floor.

The doorman, a guy named Hatch who’d worked there since the building opened, called up.

“Ms. Bennett, there’s a Mr. Bennett in the lobby. Says he’s your father.”

“Is he yelling?”

“He’s – he’s somewhat agitated, ma’am.”

“Tell him I’m not home.”

“He says he can continue reading …