Brother Murphy was about forty-five, but it was hard to put an age on adults. I didn’t see them as younger or older than my father. All men seemed to be that age. But it wasn’t the age; it was distance. They seemed far away, in another room or country. I didn’t understand men. I wasn’t alone…
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