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Then it was my turn.
Eva asked me where my money went for seven years.
“To Norah,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because she wanted to be a doctor. And I believed in her.”
Norah made a soft sound that could have been a laugh.
Mom glared at me like I’d insulted God.
Eva asked, “Did anyone ever call it a gift?”
I swallowed. “No.”
“Did anyone ever ask how you were doing?”
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