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AARON
We got Dad and a few of his personal items into the nursing home on Friday, and I took off work the following Monday.
So did Ezra.
We headed north in my SUV Friday late in the day after spending a few hours with Dad at the nursing home. Whatever he and Ezra had shared together, the air had cleared between them.
But still, Dad didn’t speak of what he’d seen, and I chose to keep my lips closed on the topic as well. All that mattered to me was that Dad didn’t ignore Ezra when we’d visited together.
I left the windows on my SUV down, both Ezra and I in sweatshirts while cruising up the highway, destination Lake Wallenpaupack, same as we’d done dozens of times in years past. But rather than the three musketeers, it was just the two of us.
Alone for three days.
“I talked to your
