I Got Home From the Oil Rig Two Weeks Early and Found My Eight-Year-Old Son Cooking Dinner for Strangers—The Messages He Never Sent Explained Everything.
“She would’ve liked me better in that seat.”
We sat in silence after that.
It was the kind of conversation we never had offshore, where men mostly talked about the weather, the machines, and football instead of the things they regretted.
That night Finn announced that he wanted to learn how to make macaroni without standing on a chair.
My first reaction was to keep him away from the stove completely.
But Dr.