“Margaret, my father was a janitor,” Gordon said. His father’s name was Frank Brennan, and he had cleaned offices on the night shift for twenty-nine years. Gordon had spent his entire adult life hiding that fact, telling people his father worked in facilities management. He had even lied to Diane about his father’s occupation.
The truth was worse: Gordon had skipped his father’s funeral because he could not face admitting what his father did for a living. He had also invented the sales conference excuse when he missed Walter’s memorial. As a teenager, Gordon had once laughed along when another boy mocked his father’s job. He had carried the shame of that moment for thirty-five years, building an expensive life to distance himself from the man he once admired. Now, seeing Walter’s photograph holding a mop, he could no longer escape the memory of his own father.
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