Eli didn’t answer.
Mark laughed once.
Not because anything was funny.
Because he was angry.
“You’re going to walk across graduation in a dress?”
“It was Maya’s.”
“I know whose dress it was.”
“She asked me to.”
“And you think this is what she’d want?”
“Yes.”
Mark stood up.
“This family has been through enough without you turning graduation into some kind of public spectacle.”
Eli went very still.
I said,
“Mark.”
But he kept going.
“Everyone in town will be filming you. People will post it online. You’ll be a joke before the ceremony is even over.”
Eli looked at him.
“Then they can laugh.”
Mark shook his head.
“No son of mine is doing this.”
The kitchen went silent.
Eli’s expression hardened.
“Then maybe don’t come.”
Mark stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“If you’re going to be ashamed of me, don’t come.”
