Foolish
Miles Conrad coughed deeply as his son sat at the conference table and opened a file. "Maybe you should be home, like the doctor's said," Daryl said. Miles was proud of his eldest. He had graduated near the top of his class at Harvard Law School. Miles intended to make him a partner at Conrad, Jennings and Horwitz. Daryl had expressed an interest in setting up a practice of his own, somewhere other than his hometown. Still, he promised to hold down his father's end of the business until the elder man's health improved. "We could have done this at home," Daryl added once his father had stopped clearing his lungs. Miles Conrad had smoked in his youth. He gave it up fifteen years ago. Too late, the tar and nicotine had done their damage. "Not staying in bed like some invalid. There are things worse than radiation and chemo." "Not many," Daryl said under his breath. "So, have the changes been made that Nicolas requested?"...