Dad used to be really bad about middle finger jokes, always siting the common story about how people lost their middle finger.
I ultimately decided not to sever his middle finger in novelette, even though hat would have made an excellent autobiographical allusion.
My family was much much more subtle than Al Capone crony-ism. It didn't even occur to me I had those feelings of uncertainty, until I had actually left my dad's side of the family.
Mom's side was OK though. My grandfather in story is loosely based on my Nuclear scientist, which I've grown an appreciation for over the years. I'd love to tell him I started reading.
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