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

wanted to throw it away.”

“It was objectively terrible,” Grace called from the kitchen.

Mom laughed.

Dad stood near the walnut table with both hands in his coat pockets.

He looked at the twelve identical chairs.

“No head,” he said.

“No head.”

His eyes moved toward the glass case on the wall.

“You fixed Grandpa’s watch.”

“When I was sixteen.”

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