Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS).
I hugged him, and he started crying (of course). As we drove home, Gus and I told Dad stories of Amsterdam,
but it wasn’t until I was home and hooked up to Philip watching good ol’ American television with Dad
and eating American pizza off napkins on our laps that I told him about Gus.
“Gus had a recurrence,” I said. “I know,” he said. He scooted over toward me, and then added,
“His mom told us before the trip. I’m sorry he kept it from you. I’m... I’m sorry, Hazel.”
I didn’t say anything for a long time. The show we were watching was about people who are trying to pick which house they are going to buy.
“So I read An Imperial Affliction while you guys were gone,” Dad said. I turned my head up to him.
“Oh, cool. What’d you think?” “It was good. A little over my head. I was a biochemistry major, remember, not a literature guy.
I do wish it had ended.” “Yeah,” I said. “Common complaint.”
“Also, it was a bit hopeless,” he said. “A bit defeatist.” “If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree.”
“I don’t think defeatism is honest,” Dad answered. “I refuse to accept that.”
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