Chapter 42When I arrive at my father's house, he's waiting on the doorstep for me. He's holding a bunch of flowers.
“I hope you like these,” he says. “Your mother never liked having cut flowers in the house. My neighbour grows these roses, and when I told him I was visiting with my daughter the cop, he cut these for me. He mentioned you helped him when his car broke down and he says that he's going to the award ceremony to applaud you.”
My father has a look of unashamed pride on his face and I'm rather embarrassed by this, even though I know I deserve the accolade. As we head off, Ollee tries to climb into the front seat and onto my father's knee. I'm shouting at the stupid dog to move and my father is helpless with laughter. It's a sound I don't remember hearing for a very long time.
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