Mrs. Plansky’s 98-year-old-dad, the kind of character who threatens to take over a book:
“Morning, Dad.”
He didn’t look at her but he did wave a fork in her direction. “Take a seat.”
And just like that, she was a guest in her own home. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said, sending a message he showed no sign of receiving. He dipped a strip of bacon in a marmalade jar and chewed on it slowly. Her dad had once been handsome in a Mad Men way but there wasn’t much of that left, and from certain angles he even looked a little orc-like, although he did have an almost full head of hair, and not all of it white. He was wearing pressed khakis with a golf-themed belt, polished tassel loafers, and a pajama top.
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