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Mom didn’t tell me Pop had called until she was already off the phone, on her way out of the house, carrying a square of cardboard and rain pants and an ulu to help Great-Uncle Stanley cut up a seal. She said, “I didn’t have time to talk to him.” She kicked the door shut behind her.

Anytime I mentioned my plan to move back to LA, Mom reminded me that Pop was a bastard and couldn’t be trusted. She reminded me that we didn’t have any money and that I’d just gotten suspended from work.

Mom rushed back into the house, grabbed a plastic tub, stopped before leaving again, exhaled, and said, “Nothing’s changed. Your father still promises things he can’t deliver. He says he’s coming up to visit us, but I’m not counting on anything.”

But that was the thing. I was still counting on something.