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pouring coffee. He looks at my face and sets the mug down.
“I’m calling now,” I tell him.
He nods. He doesn’t ask what changed. He can see it.
I call my mother first.
She picks up on the second ring.
“Myra, I was just thinking about you.”
Her voice is warm, the way it always is, right before she asks for something.
“Mom, I need to tell you something.”
I swallow.continue reading …
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