she had not told many people.
“When my mom died, I was twelve. My dad didn’t know how to be soft in public after that. He loved hard, worked hard, provided hard. But soft? That was private. And one day, a waitress at a diner off I-75 sat a piece of pie in front of him and said, ‘You don’t have to talk. Just eat.’”
Hank listened without interrupting.
Naomi continue reading …
