Day of the Dead

Sugar Crashes and Three Weeks to Go

“Can you sell shoes?”

My grandfather, when he first met the man I married, was skeptical.

“This boy you’re seeing. What does he do?” he asked me. This was upwards of twenty years ago.

“He’s a historian,” I said.

“A historian?” said my grandfather with mild shock. “But… does he have any skills?”

I was confused. “Skills?”

“Can he sell?” asked my grandfather.

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