Emilio shrugged. “It still took me a while—Christ, what a dumb kid! Anyway, afterward, when they were putting the cast on my arm, I was thinking, How can a son be nothing to a father? Then it hit me, so to speak.” There was a brief bleak smile. “I thought, Well, he’s been telling me I was a bastard all along. I was just too stupid to realize he meant it.”
