son trying to fix everything before she could be disappointed.
I looked across the table.
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why can’t you tell her no?”
He didn’t answer.
That evening, Dad brought dinner from a small Greek restaurant.
Once Leo was sleeping, I showed him the documents.
Dad read every page carefully.
Then he placed them down.
“This is unfortunate.”
I stared.
“That’s your reaction?”
“What reaction would you prefer?”
“I don’t know. Outrage?”
“I retired from theatrical outrage around 2008.”
“Dad.”
His mouth twitched before he became serious.
“Do you want
