Jack of Harts

My dad had the patience of a saint. He never once yelled at me over that grand plan to pull several characters out of a zombie apocalypse at once. He did say that he really wished I’d run the idea by him before trying it out. He totally agreed that I’d done a good job planning it all out. But he could have brought up an issue or two if he’d been made aware of it. Things I hadn’t thought of. And he said it was my responsibility to make amends. I agreed with him. I had failed to fully appreciate the ramifications of my actions and other people paid the price. Or people that might be people at least. Sometime. Either way, I fully recognized my responsibility and promised to make things as right as possible.