“What did you like best about Dad?” Her mom’s face grew distant and her lips eased into a grin. “That’s like asking what I like best about air.” “What a cop-out.” Gina laughed and wiped at her face again. “I suppose it is. I loved his patience. He would spend a day carefully taking apart an engine, laying the pieces in order, then putting them back together, cleaning each part as if it were precious. Or how he spent hours teaching you how to tie your shoes. You knew I would get impatient and do it for you, but he would happily wait a half hour until you did it yourself. “He could always make
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