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the reception, Mrs. Higgins approached me with a plate of sandwiches.
“She was very proud of you, you know,” she said.
The old me would have smiled and accepted the rewrite.
The woman I had become said, “Eventually.”
Mrs. Higgins blinked.
Then she nodded.
“Eventually.”
That was as close as society ever came to confession.
Dad moved to Boston two years after continue reading …
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