Chapter 2: two
My name is Elizabeth Martin Grey, but no one I love calls me that.
The Martin is for Dad's dad who died in a farm accident when he was thirty and Dad was ten.
I was seven when Dad died. Which means I had less time with Dad live than Dad had with his.
There's never enough time. Actually, there's too much and too little, in unequal parts. More than enough of time passing but not enough of the time passed.
Right?
Ratio of the time you want versus the time you get (a rough estimate)—
1 : 20000.
Ratio of Dad's time as the son of Martin : as the living father of Biz : as my dead dad, sitting on the edge of my bed telling me stories—
1 : 0.7 : ∞.
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