He looks like your dad- high cheekbones, slick back hair, an Adam’s apple that sticks out more than it should. The way he spits tobacco, has a voice heavier than gravity. He always wear full-sleeved shirts and squints as if he’s afraid of the sun. Like your dad, he never forgets to squeeze a fresh lemon over his favorite lamb chops. When he talks to your mother, his cheeks are inflamed and there is nervous dancing of his fingertips. He constantly moves his arms as if he wants love to stir in him once again. Or they call out to you while he waits and waits.