I could tell Dad was angry on the drive back, and not just that irritated frustration he got sometimes when things didn't pan out the way he wanted. His total silence, paired with how his right hand shook just a little when he took it off the steering wheel of his pickup for a moment as he adjusted the heat in the cab, mas more than enough indication.

I'd only ever seen him this level of furious once in my life. The night before I left Reading for what I thought was ...