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my house. Silence me. Blame my accusations on dementia.
“If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and said three words that left him completely terrified!
I almost admired the speed.
Almost.
“You should leave,” I said.
Victor came closer. His cologne filled the room like smoke. “Listen carefully. You are old. Claire is weak. I am the only person in this family who knows how to win.”
I looked at the small camera on the bookshelf, its red light hidden continue reading …
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