It’s total bullshit,” he said. “The whole thing. Eighty<br />percent survival rate and he’s in the twenty percent? Bullshit. He was such a bright kid. It’s bullshit. I hate it. But it was sure a privilege to love<br />him, huh?”<br />I nodded into his shirt.<br />“Gives you an idea how I feel about you,” he said.<br />My old man. He always knew just what to say.