He would tell me about his father, a violent man who beat into Jason, sometimes with his words, sometimes with his fists, that this is what a man does: A man is invulnerable; a man doesn’t cry; a man is in control; a man calls the shots. He would tell me that he had always intended to be a better father than his father had been. But he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to teach and guide his children without intimidation.
