My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

man who used to make coffee too strong and apologize by bringing me blueberry pancakes from the diner on Lexington. The man who never let a night pass without kissing my forehead. The man who had looked at me in a hospital bed two weeks before he died and said, “Trust me, Nat. Even when it gets ugly.”

I had not known what he meant then.

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