Now I looked at Dad.
« You had a badge for me. »
His coat hung loosely from his shoulders. Cancer had carved deep lines around his mouth that hadn’t existed the last time I’d seen him in person.
« Yes. »
« You had a badge for me. »
« You told me there was only one guest ticket. »
« I know. »
I put the badge on the table and reached into the box again.
Another invitation.
A company dinner from the following spring.