I can't believe you just fucking said that..............

After a wonderful phone call from Sandy this morning, we head out to get some breakfast and run errands before getting the love of my life from my mother's house. The place we wanted to go to, turned out to be closed and would not open for another 40 minutes. Well FUCK! So we head over to the only other place in town for a meal. They have out side seating and we had the goat puppy, so we sat there. As we pull up steve says "holy shit Maeve, that's Ken."
Ken was a man steve worked with until recently, Ken had to leave and go on disability. Ken had also just lost his son to the war that is going on. Well, it's been almost 1 year, but to us, it is just like yesterday. So we take the table next to his and start chatting. And during the conversation steve says:
"Is your son coming down for the parade tomorrow?"
Ken just looks and steve and says "my son? steve, my son?"
(now mind you when Derick was still alive steve would allways ask about his welfare and we even sent a nice big care package for him).
I was ready to kick steve for the way he phrased the question, he should of said "is your YOUNGER son going to come down and attend the parade with you?"
Poor Ken was ready to start crying, steve looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Steve blundered on and rephrased the question, Ken mumbled that his younger son had too much homework and would not be coming for a visit. Unfortunatly, the rift is still there between the father & son. We all managed to choke through the rest of our meal and I do my best to keep the conversation light. Told amusing and never ending stories of goat puppy and what he eats. Told him cute things about Pudd'n, any thing, anything to try and ease that poor man's pain. When he left I gave him a big hug and tried to zap him with as much healing energy as I could give him with out being obvious. I then sat down, looked at steve and started crying. Steve apologised and I could tell he was going to be beating him self up for a while on how he phrased the question. It was an honest mistake.
We ran our errands, came home, took a nap and then had a quick and satisfying fuck. Now I have to get ready for work. I wonder how busy it will be. The Swallows Day Parade is tomorrow (as long as it does not rain) and the town is usually jumping all weekend long. I was going to go down to C.C and see Kerry, but with the festivities going on, you can't pay me to go down town!