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When Alice left me, I despaired. She set a high bar for a wingman. She dragged Dad around to make sure he talked to enough strangers every day. She went out in small towns in the dark to get medicine. She fetched dinner and made sure I ate. She gave out cards for my novel and encouraged people to read it, even developing a sales schtick with Roy that was pretty awesome.

Two days on our own, and Dad and I were screaming at each other. (Well, I always have to scream for him to hear me.) We don’t do well on our own.Continue Reading