-Bruce-
Dinner certainly didn’t finish without my father wanting to have a longer chat with me about my recent behavior. People began leaving the dining room and he continued to hold me back, instructing me to get some much-needed rest after having taken a careful look at the file. I didn’t have any desire to stay. I wanted to go find Ana’s things and bring them to her house, so she could at least feel a little better having something familiar with her.
But my father was making it very difficult by holding me back and continuing to want to have a conversation with me. I began tapping my foot against the floor, and he noticed my impatience.
“Bruce!” he scolded.
“Dad, can’t we have this talk some other time?”
“No, because I can feel your distraction, and I don’t want you to go see the O
