“I can do this,” Kirk told himself as he parked in the driveway of his parents’ home soon after leaving work Wednesday afternoon.
Tuesday night, after his talk with Tony on Monday, he hadn’t gone to the club. Instead, he’d stayed home, trying to decide if Tony was right. Or more to the point, since he knew Tony was, whether he had it in him to face his parents and tell them he was not quite the man they wanted him to be.
“Well, to some extent I am that man,” he’d told himself more than once. “I have a good job, which is exactly what Dad wanted. I even like it, which is more to the point. It’s the rest of it…They’re going to be shocked, to put it mildly, and disappointed in me.”
He could envision his father saying “No son of mine…” or words to that effect.
Now, after too much thinking a
