Father’s Day

“Marked for murder?”

A nod.

A sigh. “Good. Jane’s caused enough trouble.”

“I told you it would happen.”

A solemn gaze. “What’s that over there?”

A shrug. “Addressed to you.” A sip of wine. A shaky breath.

“Read it.”

Lots of hesitation, and then: “Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Love, Jane.”

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