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Show -122 I stared at the ceiling; if he didn't care, I didn't want to give any sign that I did. "We've never talked," he said. I shook my head. I still didn't want to look at my father. The steamy air made me sleepy; his awkwardness made me uncomfortable. "I thought when you got a bit older we'd get to know each other better." He still had my shirt in his hands; he turned and twisted it absent-mindedly. He didn't want to look at me. "Fathers are supposed to talk to their kids, but I didn't have anything to tell you. Life isn't easy-it's just life. Most people are probably unhappy, though they won't admit it." Not me, I thought. I stared hard at the ceiling and swore to myself that I would be happy no matter what. If growing up meant being a sad man like my father then I'd stay a kid forever. Who could make me grow up if I didn't want to? "I don't have any advice to give you," he said. "What could I tell you? Each person has to make his own way." "I don't understand," I said. "I don't suppose you do. But it's the same whether you understand or not, in the long run. I wish I had something to tell you. Maybe you have some questions? Is there anything you'd like to know?" "Why don't you like me?" I said. "Is it because of my |
