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256 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2009
“My father sleeps through the December afternoon … I stand beside the bed, listening to his shallow breaths and watching his old face: his half-open mouth, the crust in the corners of his eyes, his patchy skin and tumultuous eyebrows.
“’Dad? Do you want to wake up?’
“He opens his good eye but doesn’t say anything, just stares without moving. Outside, the long Vermont dusk is settling.”
And my favorite (also featuring Joe Thorndike's 'good eye'):“After I tucked him into bed he lay still, looking up at me with both his good eye and his quavery, half-closed bad eye. 'This is the night when everything is supposed to get dark,’ he said. 'Unlike all the other nights.’
I begged to differ. I said it got dark every night.
For a while he considered this, then nodded faintly. 'Maybe so.’”