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The entire room wept at my sister’s funeral. I did not.

Dad wanted me there, so I came. His style of begging was less odious than Mom’s. She tried to bribe me with gifts for Tony, even going so far as to tell Tony behind my back so he would convince me. Finally, she drafted Dad, and he was gentler, resigned in his heart to failure. With him being gone so much of the time growing up, I didn’t blame him for the same complicity everyone else…