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whether “helping clean” included actually cleaning, my father joined me by the window.
Walter sat between us, judging him.
For a while, we watched the city.
Then he said, “Your mother says I owe you an apology.”
I did not look at him.
“What do you say?”
He breathed through his nose.
“I say I don’t know how to do this.”
“That is not an apology.”
“I know.”
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