My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

what this could be.

The reporter nodded. “Sure. We can step over here.”

Dad tried one more time. “I think it’d be better if we all spoke together, for context.”

I turned to him.

“You skipped the context.”

The cameraman’s face did the thing people do when they know they just got the line.

We stood under the maple tree near the curb. Cicadas screaming from continue reading …