was clearly the reason my mother left my father when I was four, only a
year after we had arrived to the States. It was why he was always going
on his trips even after he married Marilyn, my step-mother.
This, come to think of it, is why he moved from Beirut to Haiti
immediately after Marilyn's death: Anna lived there.
All the while.
Why are we going to Haiti? I ask. My father looks at me steadily, then continues
You want to stay behind?
A is for Adventure.
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