Dead Letters, by Caite Dolan-Leach: Page 96

This is how my father gets away with his perennial negligence and failure to come through: He shows up at just the right moment, with exactly what you need. And because it’s so unexpected, you feel this surge of gratitude toward him, like he’s accomplished something superhuman.


Self is enjoying this book.

Stay tuned.

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