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doing?” my mother asked, leaning forward.
“Just checking something.”
Jeffrey said something about people with actual jobs to get back to. My father raised his glass. To family, he said. And to Barbara finally stepping up.
They drank.
“I want to ask you all something,” I said. “When you think about me, about my life, what do you see?”
“We see a nurse,” Jeffrey continue reading …
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