Roots of Resentment

After lunch, we remain in the dining room in silence. My eyes don't move from the high walls as I sink deep into thought.

He breaks my train of thought when he asks, "I know a lot about your mother, but I don't know much about your father."

I look at him.

"Huh?"

"Can you tell me about him? What sort of man was he?"

"Why are you suddenly asking?"

He smiles. "I just want to know you better."

I roll