MY SON-IN-LAW CALLED MY DAUGHTER “BUTTERBALL” AND TOLD HER SHE WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE DESSERT AT OUR FAMILY DINNER — HE HAD NO IDEA I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

of strength to keep a door closed, only to finally let it swing open.

Dennis came closer and joined us, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and the other around Sally.

His voice sounded heavy when he spoke.

“You and Emmy will stay here tonight. Longer if you need.”

Sally nodded against my shoulder.

Greg lifted his head. “Can I say goodbye to her?”

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