“Hi,” Rory said quietly. Getting no response, he added, “It’s Rory.” No way was he going to address the man as ‘Dad’ or label himself as ‘son.’
Garry raised a bony hand and slowly took off his mask. “Why are you here?”
Rory thought that was obvious. Hadn’t they told Garry he was dying? He turned to ask the guard, or was he a nurse? But the man had left. Turning back to the bed, he said, “I got a call that you were, uh, in the hospital so…”
There was a long pause and Rory didn’t think the man was going to answer. Then he did. “See you’re still a pussy.”
Rory stopped himself from taking a step back. Instead he grew angry. “And I see you’re still a heartless bastard.” It felt freeing to talk back to his father, something he’d never dared do as a boy. The plane trip was worth it just for that experience alone.