Consistency.
A man recounts seeing his father sitting in the dark in his home, always sitting and smoking and staring straight ahead, quiet and without much to say to his son even when his son tries to engage him in conversations. When this story occurs, the son has grown angry with his father over this.
But still, despite the frustration of this nightly ritual, there is something comforting in this story. There is a steadiness about the relationship, an idea that there is known about these two all there is to know, or rather perhaps, all that they want to know. So, but not saying much, much is being conveyed and that makes this piece subtle and beautiful.
This story warrants a re-read...or five...for sure.
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