“He’s your son, Bucky!” You screamed into the phone, walking out the front door. The kids were down for a nap. And you didn’t want to wake them. “They’re both your kids. You can’t just keep putting them off. That’s beyond unfair to them.”
“I don’t have time this week. I have a mission.” His voice was flat.
“That I understand but you prepare for these things extensively. You knew you were going to be busy. And you waited for the night before to tell me?”
“They pushed it up.” His voice still held no emotion.
“Pretty soon he’s going to stop wanting to spend time with you. Don’t cry to me when that happens. You brought this upon yourself.” You shook your head and ended the phone call. He had some guts to act like that.