our family.
Not through a dramatic revelation.
Through an unanswered Christmas card.
Inez found a current address the next day.
Same city.
Different street.
Dad refused to call.
“I need to write.”
Nobody argued.
He sat at his old workbench for nearly two hours with a sheet of stationery.
At one point, he asked me how to spell “unnecessarily.”
I told him.
Then I crossed it out.
“What?”
“Don’t write like a lawyer.”
“I’m not.”
“You wrote unnecessarily.”
“That is a normal word.”
“Not for apologizing to your brother.”
He
