In late April my dad, after years of living alone, was going to marry his girlfriend, Rachel Johnson. Mom and Dad divorced when my brother Chris and I were younger. A year after the divorce, mom remarried, and our step-father moved into our apartment. Every other weekend and on certain holidays Chris and I stayed with dad. One night during visitation I asked dad a question.
“When are you getting married again?”
My brother laughed and went to his room. Dad came over to the bed, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.
“That’s a big question for such a...
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