He tapped the bar once with two fingers.
“But I still had to make the next call after.”
We sat with that for a minute.
Then I said, “How did you keep going?”
“I remembered why it mattered.”
“The club?”
“The people in it,” he said. “Your mother. You. The brothers. Their kids running around this room. The buildings can burn. Money comes and goes. Pride means nothing. People are the reason.”
I leaned back on the stool.
“Mira said something earlier,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“She thinks I’ve got it handled.”
“She’s smart.”
“She’s wrong.”
“No,” he said. “She sees something you don’t.”
I looked at him.
“You only see the weight,” he said. “She sees the man carrying it.”
I didn’t have anything for that.
Dad smiled a little into his drink.
“She good for you?”
“Yeah.”
“You look less angry
