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Maya had been putting off the conversation for months.
Her father, Sal, was seventy-eight and stubborn in the specific way that men who built their own decks are stubborn. He lived alone in the house she grew up in, forty minutes across the city, and after the dizzy spell in March — the one where he'd had to sit down on the kitchen floor and wait for it to pass — Maya had started waking up at 3 a.m. doing math on assisted living she couldn't afford and he would never accept.
"I'm fine," he kept saying. "I've got the floor right here if I need it."
That was the joke. It was not a joke to her.
