My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

was wrong and I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway.”

I looked at him, this man with my father’s nose and his father’s hands, lying in a hospital bed with a kidney that used to be mine keeping him alive.

“I know you are,” I said. “We’ll have the longer conversation when you’re out of here.”

Richard nodded. “I’ll be there for it.”

He was.

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