“And she almost died!”

“Yuppers,” I say.

He finally looks at me. “Yuppers?”

“Yuppers.”

“That’s not a word.”

“It’s a word if I say it’s a word. Now it’s a word.”

He looks forward, now slightly calmer. “I’m going to start thinking you have a sense of humor, Dad.”

“Perish the thought!”

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