Chapter 6
Dad was already home when I got back.
When I’d gotten into his Tundra, the mystery of how he’d driven there had been solved. A gun. He’d used the butt of a shotgun to hit the petals. Jesus! How stupid could a person be? My anger increased.
But, when I walked in, I didn’t say a word. We’d both said too much already. We needed a cool off period.
So, I went and turned on his computer and got to work. The sounds of the television wafted into the spare room occasionally. As did Dad’s loud snoring.
What was I going to do with him? I understood he didn’t want to be treated like a child. No one liked that, not even children. But he also had to realize he couldn’t do everything he wanted. Part of being a responsible adult was knowing your limits. Will power. Self-control. A little in
