“He created the monster within me. He’s the only one to blame for my actions. I cannot be held accountable for my own behavior, and won’t. Perhaps my father only visited you because of his guilt. A man can only live with so much wrongdoing in their life until he realizes that he’s going to hell. We all have the tendency to want clemency, which I have no intention of giving to him.” I poured myself another whiskey, downed it with speed, and asked, “Tell me your thoughts on that.”
Coose grinned from ear to ear, which looked similar to the throats that I had sliced open on the numerous young men that had picked me up on various highways. His smile was long and wide, which confused me a bit, blurring my thoughts. And then he said, “Your father wants your forgiveness, Box. He’s older now and more knowledgeable of his past sins. He’s found Jesus and—”