Leo stood across from him, his knuckles white as he clenched his hands into fists.
“I’m not throwing it away!” Leo’s voice was raw. “I’m choosing a different life! Why is that a betrayal?”
They noticed me then.
“I’m choosing a different life! Why is that a betrayal?”
David’s eyes didn’t widen. They narrowed.
“Harold? What are you doing in my house?”
“Your door was standing open,” I said, planting my cane firmly. “I heard the furniture go over. I thought you had a domestic intruder.”
“We’re fine,” David said, smoothing his tie. “It’s a family disagreement. Please, we’ll handle it.”
“Sorry, but I can’t do that. Leo sent for me, David. He’s been signaling for days.”
“I thought you had a domestic intruder.”
The room went still. David turned to his son, his expression a mix of bewilderment and a deep, stinging hurt.
“You’ve been broadcasting our business to the street? To the neighbor?”
Leo didn’t flinch. “Every time I try to talk to you, you just narrate over me. I needed someone to see that I’m actually here.”
“What is there to see?” David’s voice rose again. “A father trying to give his son a future? I’ve got the college applications ready. I’ve talked to the dean at the business school. You have the grades to be anything you want!”
“You’ve been broadcasting our business to the street?”
“I want to be an EMT,” Leo said.
“An EMT?” David repeated. “You want to drive an ambulance for peanuts? You want to spend your nights kneeling in the dirt with total strangers?”
“For people who actually need help.”
“You are capable of so much more,” David shot back. “If it’s medicine you’re interested in, then become a doctor, a surgeon. You could have a life that commands respect. Something stable.”
“You want to drive an ambulance for peanuts?”
“Stable isn’t the same thing as meaningful, Dad,” Leo said.
David sat heavily on the arm of a chair and laughed bitterly.
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