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30 Conversation with My Father Whenever my father bought a new car he would go into a funk, worried that this one might be his last. At last he turned out to be right. I’m older now than he was when he died and wish I could explain to him that the converse is also true. I opened a new bottle of vitamin pills this morning. Each one contains 365 pills. This could be my last, but then, as I threw away the empty I noticed a minuscule feeling of satisfaction in having got through another one. I can see the look on his face, scornful, also amused, but most of all indulgent that we were different. ...

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