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O says, “It turns out that Patterson isn’t my father.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh, it gets better.” She takes a pull on the joint, holds in the smoke, and exhales with, “My real father was a guy called-you’re going to love this-‘Doc Halliday,’ and-get ready for it-he killed himself while I was baking in the oven.”

“Jesus, O, that’s terri-”

Then he does the math.

His parents said that Halliday committed suicide in 1981, but O couldn’t have been born until “What’s your birthday?”

“August twenty-eighth, why?”

“What year?”

“1986. Ben-”

But he’s already punching the phone.

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