'here & Know'

"I said, I think I might have known your father. Did he go by Joe?" The Cravendorf name was always oddly familiar to me, a splinter in the back of my mind. I was sure I knew someone by that name, though Margaret told me it was only old age getting the best of me. Needless to say, Josef Cravendorf didn't appreciate the question and took it, suspiciously, as an accusation.... "You definitely don't know my dad, Henry," he told me. "No. Not a chance in the world." He laughed his gruff, painful laugh. Josef had the laugh of a much older man, a terrorized snicker or one meant to signify terror. "He's dead anyhow," he said bluntly. "Sorry to hear that." "Don't be. He was a horrible person." Josef returned to probing the fire with a stick. Later in the evening I caught him grasping the glowing fire-end on purpose. His facial expression did not change as he burnt his own palm. I could relate. I also had a horrible dad, who was also, obviously, dead. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support