“‘Same place.’”
“Yes.”
“So this wasn’t the first time.”
“No.”
He glanced toward Grandpa’s headstone.
“Grandpa hated Dad.” GetParenting Tips
Despite everything, I nearly smiled.
“He didn’t hate him.”
“He absolutely hated him.”
“He thought Mark was arrogant.”
“That’s Mom-language for hate.”
Dad had never fully trusted Mark. GetParenting Tips
At my wedding, he’d pulled me aside and warned, “Carol, I hope I’m wrong about him. But never give away so much of yourself that you can’t stand if he disappoints you.”
For thirty-one years, I’d believed he’d judged Mark unfairly.
That night, I wanted to apologize.
Daniel turned to me.
“You said we were going to do something.”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“We don’t confront them tonight.”
His expression hardened.
“Why?”
“Because right now, we’re angry and they’re comfortable.”
“I don’t want them comfortable.”“Neither do I.”
