My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

look terrible,” he said finally.

“You look worse,” I said.

I sat down in the chair beside his bed. We sat in silence for a few minutes, the comfortable kind that comes between people who have said enough true things to each other that they don’t need to fill every space.

“I’ve been thinking about your dad,” Richard said eventually.

“Me too.”

“He was better continue reading …