Don Maloney
I had them exactly where I wanted. Unfortunately, Bruce wasn’t there to see it. Something about a last-minute call with someone important, he said.
"Someone so important that you can’t come? I hope they aren’t going to take you away from me now, are they?" I had teased him over the phone on the way to the hospital.
"If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me," he said simply.
I wanted to be there. I wanted to see the look on his face, but I think you deserve this one much better. And so, I stood in the slightly chilled hospital room, warming myself with the tobacco cigar at my lips.
The Lee boy looked like an i***t. He lay on the bed, covered to his belly, clutching it like a child. He looked half the man his father was. The senior, I remembered, was a stoic man with calm
