I sink deeper, until the water is just millimetres from grazing the phone.
"How do you spell his last name?", Lana asks.
"Colville. C-O-L-V-I-L-L-E. Like Belleville."
I can hear her typing on the other end. I sink a hair deeper.
"Lana....I'm sinking....", I say in a faraway voice. "In case you don't hear from me again, thanks for being such a great friend."
"Are you in the tub?"
"Uhuh". I slide back up a little. I feel like I'm seven.
Silence on the other end and then after a little while she let's me know she's still looking.
"Luke", I say in deep voice. "I am your father."
She ignores me.
Like every time I get in the tub, after only minutes I'm antsy. The water line tickles my forearms. I cradle the phone in my neck to scratch.
"Alright. Sounds like you're not finding anything."
"Ok, gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow."
I put the phone down on the toilet seat cover and I sink under the hot water, my long hair circling like sea grass.