The morning after I called him I woke up and immediately wanted to call him back and say never mind.I did not do that.I made breakfast instead. Porridge for Eli, who ate whatever was put in front of him without complaint. Toast with the crusts cut off for Clara, who had strong opinions about crusts that I had stopped arguing about six months ago.I stood at the stove and watched the pot and thought about what I was going to say to them.Not how. When.I had been putting the when off since I hung up the phone last night.Clara solved the problem for me.She came into the kitchen, looked at my face the way she always did, and said, "You need to tell us something."I turned around.Both of them were at the table. Eli with his hands folded in front of him. Clara with her chin on her fist. Both looking at me like they had been expecting this conversation for a while and were ready to have it."Your father is going to come and visit," I said.Clara sat up straight.Eli did not move."When
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