Confirming the cowardice with a nod
My father didn’t try to argue or offer a more complex explanation. He simply nodded his head slowly, confirming the pathetic truth.
A bead of sweat trickled down his graying forehead, betraying his immense discomfort. He grabbed a paper napkin and dabbed at his brow with a shaking hand.
There was no grand conspiracy or emergency; it was just cowardice. He sat there exposed, stripped of the dignity he had tried so hard to protect.