I looked at the photographs hanging on the counter. “Because he was missing someone very much,” I told her, “and he learned that missing someone doesn’t mean you can’t love somebody else.”
She laughed, and for a moment I thought about Frank hearing that exact kind of laughter all those years ago.
I put the star cutter back in the drawer when we were finished. I knew I’d need it again the following Sunday.
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