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Father and Son...Again
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“If he were, I would tell him so many things. I would tell him that I love him. And I would tell him that I am proud of him. But most of all, I would tell him that I was sorry. I am sorry for the man I am and the man I am not but wish that I were. I’m so sorry, James, wherever you are.”
His words were becoming softer. It was clear that the effort of all of his words was taking a lot out of him. His breathing was becoming labored.
But he soldiered on.
“I was a terrible father. I wasn’t there for him in the way that I should have been. And he had every right to hate me. I was a bad man, Robert, and that, above anything else, is my life’s greatest regret.”
― Father and Son...Again
His words were becoming softer. It was clear that the effort of all of his words was taking a lot out of him. His breathing was becoming labored.
But he soldiered on.
“I was a terrible father. I wasn’t there for him in the way that I should have been. And he had every right to hate me. I was a bad man, Robert, and that, above anything else, is my life’s greatest regret.”
― Father and Son...Again
“Maybe you just don’t have it. Maybe Romanolli was wrong about you? Promise, but no follow through…” She turned and began to walk away.
“You know what, Kathy,” I said, spinning around in my chair and standing up, all in one motion. “FUCK YOU.”
The silence that spread through the floor was immense. A pin-drop. A mouse-fart. Pick your idiom. I expected the full wrath of Kathy Bohane in that moment. I expected the ax. I expected fire and brimstone and Sodom and Gomorrah.
But I received silence.
I sat back down, stared into the black emptiness of the typewriter keys in front of me, and churned out 489 words on raising a daughter as a single father in New York. I left in on Kathy’s desk and walked out of The Times building that night, knowing that I’d have to find another career.
The next day, those 489 words were on the front page of The New York Times.”
― Father and Son...Again
“You know what, Kathy,” I said, spinning around in my chair and standing up, all in one motion. “FUCK YOU.”
The silence that spread through the floor was immense. A pin-drop. A mouse-fart. Pick your idiom. I expected the full wrath of Kathy Bohane in that moment. I expected the ax. I expected fire and brimstone and Sodom and Gomorrah.
But I received silence.
I sat back down, stared into the black emptiness of the typewriter keys in front of me, and churned out 489 words on raising a daughter as a single father in New York. I left in on Kathy’s desk and walked out of The Times building that night, knowing that I’d have to find another career.
The next day, those 489 words were on the front page of The New York Times.”
― Father and Son...Again
“As she spoke, I noticed her abnormal gesticulations with her hands. She seemed to flail them during unnecessary parts of the conversation for emphasis, and place them at her sides or in her pockets when they would be better served gesticulating. It was a dance I found myself enjoying watching her perform.
“I promise,” I said, watching her every move, “no funny business. I didn’t travel 400 miles to fall for some girl, get her knocked up, and not finish school. It looks like we’re both here for the same thing. At least we’ve got our priorities straight.”
“I’m glad we got that straightened out,” she said, matter of factly. “Why don’t you take me out for coffee and we can talk about our writing and what sort of reading schedule we’d like to get on?”
We went to bed together three hours later.”
― Father and Son...Again
“I promise,” I said, watching her every move, “no funny business. I didn’t travel 400 miles to fall for some girl, get her knocked up, and not finish school. It looks like we’re both here for the same thing. At least we’ve got our priorities straight.”
“I’m glad we got that straightened out,” she said, matter of factly. “Why don’t you take me out for coffee and we can talk about our writing and what sort of reading schedule we’d like to get on?”
We went to bed together three hours later.”
― Father and Son...Again
