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couple from the wedding.
Susan’s hair was unbrushed, her makeup streaked. Richard’s face was twisted by a kind of anger so naked and helpless it almost made him look unfamiliar.
“Mom!” he shouted, rushing toward me.
I stopped where I was. My doorman Patrick straightened immediately, ready to intervene, but I gave him a small wave to hold back.
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