GABRIEL
“Where are the children? What’s going on?” Sal came down to the breakfast table the next morning to find only me in attendance. I’d had some time to think in the hours since awakening and sending them out of the house while waiting for him to show his face.
“What do you plan on doing with your son?” I ignored his question.
“Ah, this is a good question. I have many options, but I cannot decide on any one of them.”
“Tell me about them.” He seemed to realize the change in my tone, but though he looked at me, askance did not make mention of it. “Do you think it’s an easy thing for a man to kill his own son?”
“Is that one of your options?” I didn’t look at him as I continued sipping on my coffee.
“I think you have the mind of my father. He saw no grey area, only black and white. I, too, wished to be like this.”
