Connie has never spoken to Kyung in so many consecutive sentences before. Each one indicts him more harshly than the sentence that preceded it, but he can tell there’s more to come, years’ worth of more.
“I saw how Gilly sidled up to you so fast. She probably figured, here’s a nice-looking guy, something different to bring home to Dad. He’s smart; he’ll probably make a decent living when he’s done with school. That’s good enough. And nothing I said would talk her out of it. She never thought she’d do any better than you, and you know how bad it felt to know what I passed on to her, to both my kids?”
“What are you talking about? What did you pass on?”
“There’s a saying for it. It was like”—Connie circles his hands, as if to grab the words he’s searching for from the air—“like low expectations or something. Gilly’s mom and me, we didn’t yell or scream at each other, but we didn’t enjoy each other either. Eighteen years Marlene and I were married, and I don’t ever remember feeling happy with her, or excited to be around her or hear what she had to say. We were just there. And that’s exactly where I saw Gilly headed with you.”
Kyung knows what this is all about. Connie’s newfound romance suddenly has him talking like a philosopher, like someone who thinks he knows about love. If he weren’t so tired, it might almost seem funny, but he doesn’t see the humor in it now.
“I’m not trying to criticize,” Connie continues. “I understand a lot more about you because of everything that’s happened, and I get why you’re like this now. My dad was a son of a bitch too. It’s hard to be happy when you don’t know what it’s supposed to look like. But I’m telling you, things can change. That woman in there”—he points to his bedroom door—“that woman makes me happy. She makes me want to be a different person. Maybe if you tried to convince Gilly that you can change too—”
“I cheated on her,” Kyung says. “I cheated and she caught me. That’s why she asked me to leave.”
The position they’re both sitting in—backs reclined, legs stretched out—is at odds with the sudden tension in the room. Kyung realizes he made a mistake. He wanted Connie to stop babbling like some love-struck teenager, but he didn’t think about the consequences before opening his mouth. Now he’s staring at a man twice his size who looks like he’s about to beat him senseless. Kyung tips his head back and stares at the ceiling, at a small spiderweb fluttering from the vent. He listens to Connie breathing—in, out, in, out—relieved to hear that he still sounds calm. He’s not huffing and puffing like someone getting ready to throw a punch.
“I don’t know why she didn’t tell you herself. Maybe she was just waiting for the right time or something. Anyway, I’m sorry you had to hear it from me.”
Connie doesn’t respond. He just sits there with his hands folded over his stomach. Kyung wishes he’d say something. Despite all appearances, he’s always respected his father-in-law, always wished for a scrap of that respect in return. Over the past few weeks, Connie has been the steady one, the one who tried to help everyone else, even though he never heard a word of thanks for his efforts. Kyung feels terrible for disappointing him. Or at the very least, he feels terrible for confirming what Connie always knew.
“Gillian deserves better than me. I think we all understand that. So I’m going to let her get on with her life, and you’re going to let me get on with mine.” Kyung slowly tilts his seat back up and begins to stand. “I’m sorry, Connie. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there’s no fixing what happened with Gillian. I made sure of that. Maybe—” He stops, realizing there is no maybe. “You were right about me from the start.”
He takes a step toward the door, then another and another, but as he lifts his hand to reach for Tim’s jacket, Connie brings his chair upright.
“Sit down,” he says.
Kyung doesn’t move.
“Sit your ass down.”
“You’re not my father-in-law anymore. You don’t need to be responsible for me.”
“You and my daughter have a kid together, so even though you’re a miserable little shit, I’m not going to let you run off and do something you can’t take back. My grandson’s not going to spend his weekends visiting you in prison. Now sit down.”
“But he needs to pay for what he did, Connie.”