My brother’s keeper
I remember well: we were sitting by the poolside, Melissa and I, at a hotel in Osu, chatting over glasses of wine. Over the course of a couple of hours, our conversation had meandered from the topic of books to food to men to salsa and bachata to our grown children.
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