” I take my three-year-old son, Myles, to the park at the corner of our street almost every day. People who frequent the park are used to seeing us — father and son in the sandbox, on the climber or chasing each other. Recently I was talking with one of the women who walks her dog there. I told her that two years ago my wife, Susan, died.
“You’re single?” she blurted out incredulously.
“Yes.”
“I had no idea.”
“Well, of course not,” I shrugged. “How could you?”
“You’re doing a great job with your son,” she said immediately with maudlin approval.”
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