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.He had to force each one through tight lips, but he felt a driven need to get them out, to speak them before it was too late."How close?" Jonas ground out, turning his head away from Ryan."Are you back to stay? Or just back to gloat?""I'm not staying.I have a career.It requires that I travel.""Then nothing has changed."Silence fell between them, and Ryan felt a helpless rage, an inability to get through to this man.He got along with all kinds of people the world over, but he couldn't get along with his own flesh and blood.Why? Why?"You're impossible," Ryan said."It has to be your way or no way.You can't compromise.You can't bend.You can't think about anybody but yourself.That's why Mom left.That's why I left."Jonas didn't answer for a long moment."That's not why you left."Ryan remembered their last angry scene and knew that Jonas was partly right.But now that he had begun the conversation, he wasn't sure he wanted to finish it.Jonas's skin was pale, almost chalky, and there was a slight tremor in the hand that rested on the seat, reminding Ryan that his father was not supposed to be out of the hospital, much less in the middle of an argument."Forget it," Ryan said."I don't think we should be talking about this now.You should be resting.""I'll rest when I want to."Ryan sighed and switched on the radio.His father always had to get in the last word.A short while later, Ryan pulled up in front of Jonas's house and shut off the engine.The big frame house stood straight and proud in the midst of tall, elegant redwood trees, years of Hunter traditions deep within its foundations.The last flood had soaked through the first floor, but Jonas had cleaned up, re-carpeted, and remodeled in exactly the same style, so that no one would ever notice anything had happened.It was part of the denial.Isabelle had left during the flood, but Jonas had put her things back on the refurbished floors as if she were coming home.Again Ryan questioned why.If his father truly wanted her to leave, why had he kept the reminders?Jonas opened the car door and stepped out.Ryan did the same.Apparently there would be no good-byes."Wait," Ryan said.Jonas reluctantly glanced back."What?""Why did you keep my things? I saw my room.It's exactly the same.""I couldn't be bothered to go through your stuff.""But you could be bothered to keep it clean?" Ryan held out his hands."Maybe the question is -- what do you want from me?""What I've always wanted.""Which is what?""If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.""Oh, Jesus, I hate when you do that.""Some things can't be told." Jonas shuffled over to the stairs, then paused."I'm sorry about the drink the other night.I shouldn't have done that." Shaking his head, he walked up the stairs and into the house.Ryan leaned his arms on the hood of the car, completely taken aback by his father's unexpected apology.He couldn't remember when Jonas had last said he was sorry.Maybe there was hope after all.Before he could get in the car, Andrew pulled up in his truck, and if the spitting gravel was any indication of his mood, he was not a happy man."Where is he?" Andrew asked, slamming the door shut."Inside.""I can't believe you took him out of the hospital.""Take him? I stopped him from hitchhiking.He was dressed and heading for the door when I arrived.I thought it was better to go along with him than try to fight him.""He should be in the hospital.He's sick.""I agree.But Jonas has a mind of his own."Andrew ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he looked up at the house."Dammit all.What if he has another heart attack when he's alone? What if he can't reach the phone to call for help?""Why are you telling me? Why don't you tell him?""Because he won't listen.He never listens.""Then maybe you should just let him be.""I can't do that.I can't turn my back on him, no matter how difficult he is.He's my father.He's family."A sharp pain cut through Ryan's gut."You turned your back on me.What's the difference?""You're the one who left," Andrew replied."If anyone turned his back, it was you."Ryan put his hands on his hips."Is that it, Andrew? Whoever leaves is the one at fault? Did you ever stop to think that someone's driving that person away?""No one drove you away.""Not me, Mom.""I don't want to talk about her."Andrew tried to move past him.Ryan grabbed his arm."That's too bad, because for once you're going to listen.""Let him go." The voice came from the porch, and both Ryan and Andrew turned at the same time.Ryan's grip tightened on Andrew's arm.He didn't want to let Andrew go.He wanted to tell him the truth, to set things straight."Don't upset him," Andrew said quietly."Why the hell are we always so worried about upsetting him? Maybe he's upsetting us." Ryan let go of his brother's arm, knowing it was futile to persist."How are you feeling?" Andrew asked his father."A hell of a lot worse now that I've seen this." Jonas held up the newspaper in his hand."What did you do to my paper, Andrew? It looks like a piece of shit [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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