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Jack
I’ve been in a foul mood for days. Dany’s avoiding me. Sissy’s in a funk. I don’t know how to fix any of this. And that wedding date in Hawaii looms like a descending blade at the butcher’s block. Has she told him yes yet?
But why? Why would she?
There’s a knock at the door.
I answer it and nearly shut it again.
“I’d like a word,” says Shawn.
“Dany’s not here,” I say.
“I know. She’s at chemo. Look, I came to speak with you.”
Why? I hold the door open and lead Shawn to the library. It’s still under construction, but I don’t want him in my living room and I sure as hell don’t want him in the kitchen where I have so many memories with Dany.
He sits on a low wooden bench. I stay standing.
“Shoot,” I say.
Shawn stands up. He paces the length of the library, his wingtips clic
