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Emily Ann diagnosed Fletcher’s bad mood on the flight as situational depression, richly deserved.

“Would you like to talk about your dad?” she tried.

“Absent father, lousy husband,” he snapped.

Emily Ann didn’t snap back. A man on his way to his father’s funeral deserved some latitude. “Do you think,” she began carefully, “that it’s doubly hard for you because of his deficiencies? Because you held out hope that someday you might become closer—like maybe when you had children of your own—but now that dream is lost, so it’s all the more painful?”