She stood outside the window, peering in, listening to her father’s words. It was the first time she’d ever heard him say them. “He’s proud of me,” the words choked in her throat.
Leaning her back against the building, Paula wiped the wetness from her cheeks, still the tears flowed. “That asshole waits till I’m nearly forty-five before he tells me he’s proud of me.”
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