He was wearing a very nice navy-blue Brooks Brothers three-piece suit. He was wearing polished cordovan leather shoes. He was wearing a white knit tie. “Merry Christmas,” Dad said. His golden cufflinks gleamed. “Do you remember me, Phillip? Do you remember who I am?” Rodney and I very slowly set the Panasonic down upon a pair of wooden crates that were filled with soft drink cans looted from the home of some Pepsi executive. I suffered a moment of light-headed, almost giddy disorientation. Everything about my living room seemed either too large or too small. I didn’t know what to say. For a few moments I thought I had staggered stupidly into the wrong home. “I know I said I’d leave you both alone,” Dad said, “but I wanted to bring your presents. It is Christmas, after all.” By way of explanation, Dad gestured at his alligator-skin briefcase with silver clasps. The briefcase was open on the plastic coffee table, revealing festive packages wrapped with bright foil paper, ribbons and blossoming bows.
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