Excerpt from A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"That had nothing to do with—"

"You wonder why he's turned gay? Not that he has turned gay, but if he had, if it's crossed his mind just to bug us with that, you want to know why? I'll tell you why: it's the mother. It is always the smothering mother."

"Oh!" Abby said. "That is just so outdated and benighted and so . . . wrong, I'm not even going to dignify it with an answer."

"You're certainly using a lot of words to tell me so."

"And how about the father, if you want to go back to the Dark Ages for your theories? How about the macho, construction-guy father who tells his son to buck up, show some spunk, quit whining about the small stuff, climb the darn roof and hammer the slates in?"

"You don't hammer slates in, Abby."

"How about him?" she asked.

"Okay, fine! I did that. I was the world's worst parent. It's done."

There was a moment of quiet. The only sound came from outside—the whisper of a car slipping past.

"I didn't say you were the worst," Abby said.

"Well," Red said.

Another moment of quiet.

Abby asked, "Isn't there a number you can punch that will dial the last person who called?"

"Star sixty-nine," Red said instantly. He cleared his throat. "But you are surely not going to do that."

"Why not?"

"Denny was the one who chose to end the conversation, might I point out."

"His feelings were hurt, was why," Abby said.

"If his feelings were hurt, he'd have taken his time hanging up. He wouldn't have been so quick to cut me off. But he hung up like he was just waiting to hang up. Oh, he was practically rubbing his hands together, giving me that news! He starts right in. 'I'd like to tell you something,' he says."

"Before, you said it was 'I need to tell you something.'?"

"Well, one or the other," Red said.

"Which was it?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it matters."

He thought a moment. Then he tried it out under his breath. "?'I need to tell you something,'?" he tried. "?'I'd like to tell you something.' 'Dad, I'd like to—'?" He broke off. "I honestly don't remember," he said.

"Could you dial star sixty-nine, please?"

"I can't figure out his reasoning. He knows I'm not anti-gay. I've got a gay guy in charge of our drywall, for Lord's sake. Denny knows that. I can't figure out why he thought this would bug me. I mean, of course I'm not going to be thrilled. You always want your kid to have it as easy in life as he can. But—"

"Hand me the phone," Abby said.

The phone rang.

Red grabbed the receiver at the very same instant that Abby flung herself across him to grab it herself. He had it first, but there was a little tussle and somehow she was the one who ended up with it. She sat up straight and said, "Denny?"

Then she said, "Oh. Jeannie."

Red lay flat again.

"No, no, we're not in bed yet," she said. There was a pause. "Certainly. What's wrong with yours?" Another pause. "It's no trouble at all. I'll see you at eight tomorrow. Bye."

She held the receiver toward Red, and he took it from her and reached over to replace it in its cradle.

"She wants to borrow my car," she told him. She sank back onto her side of the bed.

Then she said, in a thin, lonesome-sounding voice, "I guess star sixty-nine won't work now, will it."

"No," Red said, "I guess not."

"Oh, Red. Oh, what are we going to do? We'll never, ever hear from him again! He's not going to give us another chance!"

"Now, hon," he told her. "We'll hear from him. I promise." And he reached for her and drew her close, settling her head on his shoulder.

Excerpted from A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler. Copyright 2015 by Anne Tyler. Excerpted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House LLC.