I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

to barefoot. He said Granddad loved it too.”

“He did,” I whispered. “He hummed in the shower—loudly and terribly off-key.”

We both smiled. A comfortable silence followed.

“I’m sorry he never told you about us,” Hart said.

“I’m not, sweetheart,” I said, surprising myself. “I think he wanted to give me a version of himself that was only mine.”

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