That’s what he said and that may even have been what he had in mind before he came face to face with my father and the memory of my father’s reforming instincts—and the fact of their innate antipathy, the antipathy as human types that was really there from the start—and it was why, when I got home from school and heard the news, I dug down into my drawer and found his medal and, for the first time since he’d left for Philly, pinned it back on my undershirt.
