My brother. Our perpetual encore -he riddles my father with red silk scarves before sawing him in halfwith a steak knife. Now we have two fathers,one who weeps anytime he hears the word Presto!The other who drags his feet down the hall at night.Neither has the stomach for steak anymore.
-Natalie Diaz
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