inherited from the man now standing beside me.
Dad bent toward the speakerphone.
Grant was still laughing when my father finally spoke.
“Interesting.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The car noise remained in the background, but Vanessa said nothing.
Grant said nothing.
Dad leaned a little closer.
“Tell me more about my funeral.”
There was a sharp sound from Vanessa’s end.
Maybe a hand hitting the dashboard.
Maybe the phone slipping.
Then she whispered, “Dad?”
He looked at me.
I had not seen that expression on his face since I was a
