“You’re perfect,” Kelley says, though his words are unintelligible. “You’re going to meet her on Thursday,” Bart says. “She’s coming for Thanksgiving.” Kelley thinks, Thursday is Thanksgiving? He reaches out for Bart’s hand and tries to squeeze. This is torture! Kelley is here, he’s listening, he’s present, he has things to say, blessings to bestow, but he isn’t having any luck communicating. Or maybe he is. He can’t tell. Bart seems to understand. “I love you, too, Dad,”
Nooooooo!!!! Omg!!
