Dinaw Mengestu's story "An Honest Exit" in The New Yorker

Thirty-five years after my father left Ethiopia, he died in a room in a boarding house in Peoria, Illinois, that came with a partial view of the river. We had never spoken much during his lifetime, but, on a warm October morning in New York shortly after he died, I found myself having a conversation with him as I walked north on Amsterdam Avenue, toward the high school where for the past three years I had been teaching a course in Early American literature to privileged freshmen.

That the opening of a great short story by Mengestu, in the current issue of The New Yorker.  It is a well-crafted story about stories.