Abstract

Present, yet somehow deeply absent, this quiet man sitting beside me is Robert Perkins, my father. Throughout his life, many of his friends simply called him Bob, which is unfortunate because he dislikes Bob, preferring Robert or — if absolutely necessary — Rob. As children, my sister Chloe and

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