After My Father’s

happened.

Then Eddie Lawson began clapping.

One pair of hands.

Then ten.

Then fifty.

Then the sound rose through the floor, through the glass, through my bones.

I turned away before anyone could see me cry.

Nora put a hand on my shoulder.

“Good,” she said.

Margaret nodded. “Very good.”

Harold wiped his eyes and pretended he had dust in them.

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