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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 10, 2016
“Some things are true whether other people believe you or not.”
He only owned one book in the world, and it wasn’t the Bible. It was full of photographs and facts about Augusta.
“Golf is the closest game to the game we call life. You get bad breaks from good shots; you get good breaks from bad shots, but you have to play the ball where it lies.” (Bobby Jones)
He sighed, and the disappointment hit me right in the gut, just like it always did. One sigh was all it took. I wondered if Daddy knew how much power was in his sighs, even his dead ones.
But love isn’t a fact, it’s a feeling, and the feeling that my daddy loved me was like catching fog. It was there, but I couldn’t get a solid hold on it. I think maybe it was that extra word that made it all seem slippery. It was the anyway that made it feel like a lie.
Maybe I hadn’t said the right things either. Maybe I should have said more. Tried harder. Mrs. Marino showed up in my brain. It’s harder to be proud of something you don’t understand.
“How come you’re never your charming self with me?” I asked.
“Still not funny.” She wrinkled her nose and handed me a cookie. “Showing you my true self is a testament to our friendship. Consider yourself lucky.”
I’d wondered about Mr. Walter’s chair for months, staring at the spot in the café where he’d sat—a magic chair where it was easy to say things. I thought maybe Daddy and I could sit down and eat one day, and I’d sit in that chair. When I’d finally sucked down enough nerve to ask Mama about it, she’d said there was no magic chair. The thing that man was sitting in was his skin color. She said being white had made things easier for me, too.
“Just because something’s allowed and it doesn’t break any laws, I don’t know if that makes it right.”
You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.