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”
My throat tightened.
“He’d say, ‘My daughter’s doing well. She made something of herself.’”
“Then why didn’t he ever tell me?”
Patricia gave a sad little laugh.
“Because Richard Henderson was the most emotionally constipated man I ever met.”
I stared.
She smiled. “I say that with affection.”
Despite myself, I laughed.
“He grew up in a house where feelings continue reading …
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