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their glasses.
“Hear, hear.”
I lift mine, too. I smile. I sip the water.
Loretta doesn’t lift her glass. She’s watching my mother with an expression I’ve only seen once before, 20 years ago, when a parent at the school tried to blame a teacher for their own child’s cheating.
It’s the face Loretta makes when she hears a lie told with confidence.
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