Overview
“He was very handsome. He wore gray turtleneck sweaters and smelled like mint aftershave and old books. He was 55 and recently divorced for the second time. He was my father. He wasn't really my father.”
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1 - 1When the Doorman Is Your Main Man October 18, 2019 -
1 - 2When Cupid Is a Prying Journalist October 18, 2019 -
1 - 3Take Me as I Am, Whoever I Am October 18, 2019 -
1 - 4Rallying to Keep the Game Alive October 18, 2019 -
1 - 5At the Hospital, an Interlude of Clarity October 18, 2019 -
1 - 6So He Looked Like Dad. It Was Just Dinner, Right? October 18, 2019 -
1 - 7Hers Was a World of One October 18, 2019 -
1 - 8The Race Grows Sweeter Near Its Final Lap October 18, 2019