attendees. âStopped drinking and doing drugs. Donât know if itâll stick this time, but Iâm tryinâ. Means more money in the bank. I got a job at the Cumbie in West B. You want sugar or something?â
Willy chose not to further stress the manâs resources. âIâm good.â
Near the bed was a small table with one chair. Mitchell sat on the edge of the bed and indicated the chair. âHave a seat.â
Willy did so, asking, âDid you miss your dad?â
Mitchell let his large, blunt, workingmanâs hands dangle between his knees. âBeen a long time.â
âStill. It can be hard having a ghost as a father.â
Mitchell looked up at him. âYou, too?â
Willy considered that. He had been born in New York City, and sometimes wished more of his family had been ghostsâinstead of what they were. âSomething like that,â was all he said.
âI did miss him,â Mitchell recalled. âI look back now, I realize he filled my life when I was a kid. Iâd sit in school, looking forward to getting home and seeing him after work.â He spread his hands apart, as if detailing the length of a large fish, and added, âHe was like a huge presenceâmore of a feeling than a man.â He paused before saying, âCourse, thatâs just how I remember it. He was probably just a dad, and I was a bratty kid.â
âBut he went into thin air,â Willy suggested. âLike a puff of smoke.â
Mitchell was studying the floor and nodded several times. âYeahâhe did.â
âYou remember that happening?â
âSure.â
âTell me.â
Again, Mitchell was quiet, either drifting again, or gathering his thoughts. âIt wasnât like a puff of smoke, like you said.â
âOkay.â
âThere was a sort of buildup. My folks fighting. That was hard. Julie and I would talk about it. Or I guess she would ask me and I would try to answer. But we were small. I didnât really understand, and I felt I was supposed to make her feel better, if I could.â
âWhat were they fighting about?â Willy asked, pulling him back. He was a cop, after allânot a shrink.
Mitchell seemed to get the message. âRight,â he said. âWell, my dad moved out, if that tells you anything.â
âYou think there was another woman?â
Mitchell shrugged. âThere musta been, but thatâs not what I picked up. What I got was that my dad was unhappy, and I felt I was probably the reason. You know how kids do. I wasnât doing great in school, and I was nowhere near the athlete heâd been, and I was useless helping him with chores. I mean, I know now that they were most likely on the outs âcause of their own baggage. But back then? I felt caught. Nobody was happy anymore, including Julie, and I couldnât fix it.â
Willy tried again. âChildren sometimes overhear what their parents are fighting about. How âbout you?â
He nodded. âThere was one night. She yelled at him. She never did thatâsheâs pretty buttoned down. Julie gets that from her. But she yelled that he smelled. I couldnât figure it out. âI can smell it on you,â or something like that. I can guess what she meant now, but I never knew for sure.â
Willy changed his approach. âLetâs look at the broader picture. Who do you remember of their friends?â
Mitchellâs face cleared somewhat. âBB was the one we saw the most. He was over all the time, like an uncle.â
âHow did he act?â
âFun. He played with us and horsed around, and made my mom laugh. He used to tickle her, which amazed me, âcause she wasnât big on being touched.â
âYou think he was maybe doing more than tickling?â Willy risked asking.
But Mitchell just laughed shortly. âI wondered about that. After Dad disappeared, BB was
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