“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
I joined him at the kitchen table one night and asked how he liked the book. He’d been quieter than usual and seemed to survey every room in our home with unease. “It’s powerful writing,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “A sad story.”
“Oh. So the title is ironic?”
He nodded grimly. “It’s a tragedy.”
“I’m — sorry,” I said helplessly. “I hope you’re happy with your life.”
He smiled and covered my hand with his. “Oh sure, Cathy,” he said, “starting with being your father.”
“Aw, well I’m the lucky one. Once I live in the city, mi casa es tu casa.”
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