Orin flying at Mile-High

Strapped into red nylon wings and flapping over a roaring stadium, the eldest son does his degrading halftime turn — "I'm an athlete! I'm not a freak-show performer!" — nursing a secret terror of heights he's told no one. The paternal charge of this scene lives almost entirely in its placement: immediately before it (in the reconciled raw of scene 020) come the father's posthumous honors — the presidential citation, the festschrift, the black armbands. The book cuts from the dead father crowned to the living son flapping in a bird suit, and the reader supplies the cruelty of the edit. Within 021's own four corners there is no father; the dyad reading is the juxtaposition, and is flagged as such (juxtaposition inference — carried as texture on that inferential cut against the 020 obituary honors it abuts, not on any in-scene dyad content).