A heavy silence fell in the room and beyond. I couldn’t see Vincent’s face, but I could imagine the rage burning inside him. I myself was shaking from where I was, so what of him? How was he going to handle the shame? The embarrassment would swallow him whole before he could even take up that mop and the bucket. God!
“This is unacceptable, Dad!” Vincent muttered. “You can’t humiliate me like this. A janitor? What do you expect my friends and everyone in this hospital to say and think of me?”
“You should have thought about what people would say about your failure before planning to be a failure. I am willing to bear the shame; you should not be having a hard time, given that you brought this upon yourself.”
“But, Dad, come on. To hell with being a surgeon then. Give me a better position
