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and she had come to feed me instead of explain fraud. Her face looked thinner. Older. She knocked softly.
“Mara,” she said. “Please. I just want to talk.”
I did not open the door.
“Talk to Naomi,” I said through it.
“Mara, I’m your mother.”
“I know.”
There was silence.
Then she said, “I didn’t know Patricia would get in trouble.”
I closed my eyes.
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