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other person there. They had been having trouble, fighting a lot.”
    â€œYour father, Robert, the cop ?” Gordon said with emphasis.
    â€œYeah, he’d know how to do something like that.”
    â€œLike what?” asked Gordon. “Say the words, Danny. It’s the first step to dealing with this.”
    â€œHe’d know how to kill someone and make it look like an accident,” said Danny with a hint of sadness in his voice.
    â€œDo you think he did it?”
    Danny thought long about his father. Robert Cavanaugh was a hard man, tough and uncompromising. He’d shot two men during his tenure as a cop—one of them died. Yes, he could do it, but why was the question.
    â€œI don’t know,” said Danny. “I’m just a little fucked up about it, you know. My mother and me wasn’t all that close.”
    â€œAnd you never got closure?”
    â€œNo,” said Danny, laughing a little. “We never seem to get that closure shit down in my family.”
    â€œMaybe thinking your father did something bad is just your own guilt about the accident, trying to blame someone else.”
    â€œI wouldn’t do that to my father. It’s just that…he was supposed to take care of her. He didn’t. That’s all.”
    â€œThen you have to talk with your father about it at some point,” said Gordon.
    â€œI try,” said Danny. “My old man just won’t let me go there. If I push, he’ll probably try to kick my ass.” Danny laughed a little.
    â€œI try to get people to take action to solve their problems,” said Gordon. “If you won’t do anything about this then you have to stop punishing yourself with all these unanswered questions.”
    â€œShit or get my ass off the pot, huh?”
    â€œThat would be another way of saying it, yes.”
    â€œThen let’s forget about it,” said Danny. “I’ll just let it all go.”
    Gordon made a few notes in a book he always kept nearby. Danny watched him and knew that he’d lied about letting it go. He was playing out the scene in his head again. He saw his mother come out of the bathroom and walk to the stairs. He saw her lose her footing and tumble. He watched as she hit the bottom of the landing, twisting her neck, her head slamming into the floor. He saw his father running feebly after he tried to stop her fall, almost falling himself.
    â€œI want to get back to why you came here,” said Gordon. His voice jolted Danny back into reality.
    â€œWhy I came?” asked Danny.
    â€œWell, we’ve been here for a long time trying to get to the root of your problems with aggression. We got to a point where we decided that it had something to do with growing up in an all-black neighborhood. Then your mother passed and we got sidetracked.”
    â€œI guess we did. What do you want to talk about?”
    â€œBlack people,” said Gordon.
    â€œWhat about them?” asked Danny.
    â€œYou think being an outcast made you overly aggressive?”
    â€œNo,” said Danny. “It’s not like that. I was accepted eventually, it’s more like…” He stopped a moment to collect his thoughts on this. These sessions were helping, but they challenged him mentally. He was good at being a cop, but talking about his feelings was crippling. “Black people are sick.”
    Gordon’s eyebrows raised. “How so?”
    â€œNot sick like physically,” said Danny. “They’re sick in the heart, down where we can’t see it, can’t touch it, down where if you want to help, you’d better have a damned good reason for asking, or it might be your ass.”
    â€œPersonal things?”
    â€œYeah, that’s it, personal.”
    â€œWhy are you so comfortable talking about this?” asked Gordon. “I mean, I’m a white guy and it makes me nervous to analyze black people in such a generalizing