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Alert blips where he recognized me were infrequent, and it gutted me hollow. In the care facility where I'd been forced to place him, he was at least getting his medical needs met. Because I owned and operated his former tavern, I worked all hours of the night. He'd built Winter's Den from the ground up fifty years before the tourist boom of Myrtle Beach was what it is now. I'd always known the place would be handed down to me. I just hadn't expected it to be so soon, nor for this reason.