Chapter 48
“Well, Dad told me that they met in Yale when Mom was still studying there and he’d gone there to visit a professor friend of his. He said he ran into her at the campus library and he was instantly smitten, and the rest was history from there.”
“Oh…” said Alfred. “Sounds quite romantic.”
He became silent and the only sound in the room was Zoe’s voice as she switched her play from driving to neighing like a horse while bouncing a half-eaten sausage on the edge of the dining table.
“Listen, Derek,” Alfred finally spoke again. “The truth about your parent's relationship is not as romantic as you may have been led to believe but then again, what does it matter? They’ve been dead for years, none of that matters anymore. Let’s leave the past in the past and simply focus on the present, ok?”
“Was it that bad?” Derek asked in a low voice.