At a lunch with him the week before Nora’s death, Adeline said, “You should start working out again.” Sam glanced down at his shirt, feigning insult. “Is the dad bod really that bad?” “It’s not that—it’s for your health. You never know.” “What I do know is that at my age, I seem to be almost supernaturally cursed to wear these love handles and flab. I’ve tried dieting. And exercise. The curse of the dad bod resists all earthly countermeasures.” “Have you tried cutting out alcohol?” Sam snorted. “I’m a widower with a teen and a pre-teen at home. By the known laws of physics and human biology, I
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