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the foyer.
My mother saw it. “That belongs here,” she whispered.
“No,” I said. “It never did.”
Tiffany rose as I passed.
Without makeup, without the ring light, without the performance, she looked younger and more frightened than I had ever seen her.
“Did you know?” she asked. “About Grandma leaving you everything?”
“Not everything. And yes. Some of it.”
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