We were driving home when Dad said that he could beat the crap out of his buddy Vic anytime he wanted, and just because Vic finished high school and had a decent job didn’t mean he knew anything about life. Dad went quiet after that. He lit a cigarette and opened the window a crack. There was a lot of traffic on Canal road. We were moving slowly past the hospital. The lights were on in the rooms. I saw a woman sleeping on her back and a man standing with his arms around a boy.