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“You got short.”
Dad took in his appearance.
“You got bald.”
Luis opened his arms and Dad embraced him. Their awkward reunion felt right. Over dinner, Luis studied Derek and me with curiosity.
“So you’re the accountant.”
“That would be me.”
“And you’re the furniture restorer.”
Derek nodded, and Luis pointed to Dad.
“Do not let him criticize your sanding.”
Dad protested immediately.
“My sanding is excellent.”
“You made me sand the same chair leg for six hours when I was thirteen.”
“You were lazy.”
“I became a photographer specifically to avoid sandpaper.”
Luis spent a week in Carmona. The old workshop silenced him, especially when he noticed his name on Granddad’s sketch. Dad waited.
“I didn’t know he wrote it down,” Luis said quietly.
“He expected you to return.”
“I know.”
Dad turned toward his brother.
“I expected it too.”
Luis tucked
