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you needed a signature.”
I look at my father.
“You didn’t say a single word.”
I pick up my phone and hold it so the table nearest me can see the screen.
“And in the family group chat, Mom, you wrote, ‘Nobody lend her a dime. She did this to herself.’”
Nancy Feldman’s hand goes to her mouth. Barbara Jenkins leans forward in her chair. Loretta sits perfectly continue reading …
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