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”
He said nothing.
“Grandpa loved me. Yes. But he died when I was twenty-three. You stayed. You were the parent. You had every chance to love me without competing with a dead man.”
His face changed again.
Anger wanted in.
Shame held the door.
“You embarrassed me,” he said.
“At Thanksgiving?”
“At my own table.”
“You humiliated me first.”
“I was trying to teach continue reading …
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