Dad’s baritone booms through my cell phone, his words striking.
“So, how’s teaching going, old sport? Are you getting tougher with them?”
I stare at the cardboard box that I’ve plopped onto the plastic coffee table. The box looks like it could break.
“I think people are too tough already. They’re freshmen, not Marine recruits.”
A pause. It practically hums.
“Old sport, but that’s your problem. You don’t understand. The world’s got to kick your ass a little bit.”
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