MICHAEL CAREENED DOWN Rayburn’s only major street until his headlights shone on the lone, worn down tower. Michael parked on the side of the road, stormed up to the door, and pounded on it with his fist.
“Robert!” Michael yelled. “I need to talk to you Robert!”
A light came on and Michael stopped. The door opened and Robert stood in the frame wearing a teal bathrobe.
“Do you know what time it is?” Robert asked. “God, I haven’t heard from you in months and this is how you show up?”
“Don’t complain to me. You make a man for my daughter and you don’t even tell me? Or her mother?”
Robert paused for a long moment. “I’m sorry,” he replied. “I guess I didn’t think about that. When you make perfect people you just assume it will all work out.”
“It isn’t. And he isn’t perfect for her.”
“What
