My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

can say the thing adults spend years earning.

“Yes,” I said. “We absolutely can.”

My father did not come.

My mother mailed a card with twenty dollars tucked inside and signed both their names. The handwriting was hers. I placed it on the mantel with the others. Marin opened it, read it, smiled politely, and moved on to the next gift.

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