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then Renee said, “I’m driving up Saturday.”
She arrived with a casserole and a fury on my behalf that was both generous and necessary.
We sat at my kitchen table for four hours. She asked good questions. She didn’t try to reframe the situation as an opportunity for growth.
She let it be what it was, a betrayal for a while.
And then, when I was ready, she continue reading …
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