My dad and I were in a hotel and he tried the coffee and smiled and said “ahh, it’s like making love in a canoe.” and I said, “it’s that good?” and he stopped smiling and looked me in the eye and said, “no, it’s fucking close to water" before pouring it down the drain really dramatically and walking away.
Oh my GOD.
Extreme dad jokes.
These women weren’t just companions. Rose became his lover when he was torn from war. Martha became his support when he was left alone. Donna became a friend when he needed one most. Amy became his family when he had lost so much. Clara became the person to pull him out of his solitude. [Inspired by this post]