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tender enough for a photograph. Then he straightened, checked his reflection in the dark television screen, and turned toward the door.
“At least try not to call too much,” he said. “We’re celebrating.”
“Celebrating what?” I asked.
He paused.
Elaine answered for him. “Our family’s new grandson.”
My throat tightened.
“Our family,” I repeated.
But they were continue reading …
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