“THAT’S IT?!” Calamity’s father swooped past to block the door. “Ain’t ya got nothin’ t say fer yerself, ya-”
Calamity cut him off before he could find more colorfully derogatory language to spew. “Ey-nope.” Then, with a second thought, he added, “Ah’m sorry mom died. Ah’d say somethin’ ‘bout how badly ya dealt with it, but Ah reckon ya already know.”
My best friend pushed past his father and opened the door.
“Ya got her mane, y’know,” his father said softly, letting his traitorous son past. “Ah really liked her mane.”
Calamity spread his wings and flew away, saying nothing.