GS-The turkey was still warm when he said it. I had not returned home…

was even a faint scratch beside my chair where Cole had dragged a metal toy across the hardwood when we were children.

Some things survived simply because nobody ever questioned them.

My father, Frank Bennett, sat at the head of the table. His hair had thinned, and the shoulders beneath his plaid shirt were not as broad as they once were, but he still continue reading …