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three ribs?”
Vanessa’s attorney objected.
Marjorie waited.
I watched my sister’s face.
Not once did she look sorry.
Emma’s deposition happened two weeks later.
She wore a blue cardigan and kept one hand near her side even though the worst pain had eased. Marjorie sat beside her. I sat behind her, where she could see me if she turned.
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