“I’m so sorry about your father,” Ora said to me.
I was too stunned to respond. My father was the man who had shot her husband, who had brought us all to this place of fear and waiting for death, and here she was expressing her condolences to me over his selfish and cowardly suicide.
People disappoint you so often. I hardly knew how to react when they surpassed all your hopes.
Paul Doiron
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