Chapter 29
But something inside must have taken over, because Henry felt just the opposite. He was almost numb. He looked first at his mother and then his father and then began speaking to a point just above their heads.
“I wanted to talk to you both about a decision I’ve made.”
His father leaned forward. Henry noticed he took up his glass of Scotch again and held it in one beefy fist, as though for security. He looked over to his wife.
“Does any good ever follow a statement like that?” he wondered. “It’s as bad as ‘we need to talk.’” He chuckled, but it was grim.
His mother didn’t say a word, just stared at Henry expectantly.
Henry grinned but felt the effort was weak and useless, so he abandoned it. “You guys want me to be happy, right?”
“Of course we do, Henry.”
His mom set her iPad on the coffee table. Henry noticed she kept one hand on its cover.
“What’s going on?”