Patricia continues to haunted by her father. A legacy like he would have left leaves a metaphorical stink on a person’s whole family. They’re left perpetually defending themselves and denying their family. Members of my family think it’s really cute to get racist in restaurants. I assume it’s because they love eating spit and pubes. I’m more groggy than woke, but playful racism hasn’t flown in over a decade, especially in an environment when someone who could rightfully be offended if bringing your fucking food.