she sat silently on my couch.
Finally she said,
“Your father is embarrassed.”
“I’m sure.”
“He believed you would eventually give in.”
“That was his mistake.”
Mom folded her hands.
“I know you saw me smile that night.”
I waited.
“I was angry with you.”
“For what?”
“For leaving us behind.”
The simplicity of the answer surprised me.
Mom explained that after I sold part of my company, Dad became obsessed with the $3.2 million figure.
He talked about it constantly.
At breakfast.
In the car.
Before bed.
He
