They worked together as film editors and ended up living next door to each other in Redondo Beach. When my dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and we moved him closer from the beach to be closer to us, Sam was the first person to track me down and ask me what happened. “I miss your dad,” he said, “I picture him sitting on that bench overlooking the ocean, reading. He was so happy here. It’s a shame he had to leave.”
My dad finishes his sandwich and slurps up the last drops of his coke.
“Would I be a big jerk if I asked my youngest daughter to go get me a cup of coffee?”
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