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This morning he was standing by the sink washing a cup and I was mending a curtain and he was talking about if he died what would I do. I didn’t say anything.

Early in the afternoon I was lying on the bank listening to hawks and he called out, go home, I want to stay until dark. I took my straw hat and left.

At sundown he was watching wisteria curl toward autumn and I asked, are you okay and he said, no, I am growing old. I went into the kitchen, and poured Oolong.