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Dad looked from Clayton to Dennis to Jackie, then back to me. “What’s going on?”
Clayton stood.
“Patricia. Daniel.”
My mother clutched her purse strap. “Clayton Hughes. It’s been a long time.”
“Yes,” he said. “It has.”
Dad forced a laugh. “Is this about the trust paperwork? We were going to explain.”
I turned my head toward him slowly. Every movement hurt.continue reading …
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