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About Dad

They’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee, the kids, in their fifties now, figuring out what to do about Dad who’s in the parlor listening, counting all the marbles they think he’s lost. The six of them flew in to bury mother. They won’t go back until they figure out what to do about Dad. At the funeral they saw Father Kelly kiss Dad’s wedding ring, the one he’s worn for 60 years. Father Kelly bowed over the wheelchair as if Dad were pope and told him he’d be over Tuesday night as usual for checkers and a beer. Best two out of three goes to heaven first. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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