My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

exit.

Just near.

Not close enough to touch.

“I didn’t know,” he said.

There was a lint roller on a chair beside us. Somebody had left one there. White plastic. Cheap thing.

I looked at it instead of him.

“You didn’t want to.”

He opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Then he nodded once, like I’d assigned him a task he hated, and walked away.

That was all.

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