Err...thanks Dad?
Katrina Robinson • 11 January 2019
Many years after my divorce my father turned to me, and said, 'Katrina, what year did you get married?'
I thought I was in for some fatherly wisdom about my situation, distilled over his eighty-plus years of life.
'1992,' I answered, and waited.
He paused, puffed on his pipe, thought a bit, then said gravely, 'Well do you know I bought these shoes to wear to your wedding and they're still as good as new.'
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