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Weekly Contest #348
Gerald brought carnations on Tuesdays and whatever was cheapest on Thursdays. Not because he was frugal — they had enough — but because Ruth had never cared much about the flowers themselves. She cared that he remembered. Forty-three years of marriage and that was the thing she had told him early, that she didn’t need grand gestures, she just needed to know she was being thought of. So he thought of her. Every Tuesday and Thursday he stopped at the grocery store on Route 9 and stood in front of the flower display longer than any man his age ...
My father was not a sentimental man. I want to say that first because it matters. He was the kind of person who showed up and fixed things and left. He came to my college graduation in a button-down shirt that still had the fold lines from the packaging, and when I walked across the stage he clapped, and afterward he took me to a diner and we talked about the drive and the weather and whether I wanted the eggs or the French toast. We were there for maybe forty minutes. He drove four hours to be there.That was my father. Present in the way a ...
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