Malcolm nodded, absently taking another swallow of scotch before putting his glass down and picking up his spoon to soldier through three more bites. Then he put the lid on it and set the rest in the fridge.
He turned to the door next to the kitchen, opening it to reveal a linen closet. He pulled a couple of blankets and a pillow from it and carried them over to the couch, leaving them neatly on the end of it before returning to the kitchen island to reclaim his crystal tumbler of scotch.
"You said before your dad wanted you to follow in his footsteps. That he was disappointed when you didn't. Is that why he wanted the last word so badly? Because when he looked at your face, he saw everything but a mirror?"
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He turned to the door next to the kitchen, opening it to reveal a linen closet. He pulled a couple of blankets and a pillow from it and carried them over to the couch, leaving them neatly on the end of it before returning to the kitchen island to reclaim his crystal tumbler of scotch.
"You said before your dad wanted you to follow in his footsteps. That he was disappointed when you didn't. Is that why he wanted the last word so badly? Because when he looked at your face, he saw everything but a mirror?"