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She wanted him to apologize. She wanted it badly, the way parents do when they need the thing fixed so they can stop feeling it.
I said no.
I want to be clear about this part, because I know how a story like this is supposed to end. He was supposed to come to my door with his hat in his hands and cry and I was supposed to forgive him and we’d all learn something.
I didn’t want his apology. An apology would have been for him. He’d have said the words, he’d have felt bad for a week, and my son would still be eleven seconds of content.
I told Walt about it on the phone and he was quiet a long time.
Then he said, “Don’t make him say sorry. Make him sit.”
