I head to the main house and sit next to my father, who’s watching a game on TV. He doesn’t even look at me. He gets up and comes back with two beers.

“Thought you could use this.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“How are things out there?” He nods toward the guest house.

“Total shit. I guess it’s time I admit you’re right. I am a total fuckup.”

“You’re right. I’m not arguing.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, pops.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Dad continues watching the game, but I can tell he’s worried about me.

“If you were in my situation, what would...