My father shouted: At Least The Army Pays Her Rent

chandeliers and admitted that my life made him feel small.

I let the silence sit.

Then I said, “Your insecurity cost us years.”

He closed his eyes.

“I know.”

“No,” I said quietly, echoing Mrs. Monroe without meaning to. “You are beginning to.”

A photographer approached, hesitant.

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