The Boardroom Went Quiet When My Mother’s Phone Rang

to the training center. Smells like coolant and old steel and dust.

“I did tell you,” I said.

“You know what I mean.”

There it was again.

I looked at the first lathe he ever bought. Chipped paint. Handle replaced twice.

“No, Derek. I don’t think you do.”

He was quiet for a while.

Then: “I read your reports.”

That surprised me enough I sat down on a stool.

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