Saturday, December 17, 2011
His Dad. Different story. He felt alienated from him. Of course, all his dad did was entertain Rosie and the little ones. He didn't understand it. It was as if he were ignoring what was actually happening. How could he be..so..cheerful.
He was hoping to speak with him alone. Except, his dad didn't want to be alone with him. He wanted people around.
"He's hurting." Daisy told him.
"You think?" It made him sad to think his dad was that way. "He's the best actor in the world." Max came to the conclusion as they were getting ready for the funeral. He thought of Derrick. He was a lot like that too. His act wasn't a whole lot different from his Dad's. "Am I like that too?" He asked Daisy while she was helping him with his tie.
"No." She promised. "You're much stronger. They need for you to be strong." She promised as if he were going to battle instead of a cemetery on a cold December day.
Finally, he was alone with his dad as they drove over to the church. It was like seeing his real father for the first time. His Dad broke down full of apologies. He squeezed Max's hand tight.
"You're one my best, you know. Pretty much the best part of me. I hope you know that." He told him he was going to be better. He said he was moving back.