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his mother Nadine was sorting through our mail like she lived there.
Then Quincy leaned close and whispered, “Mommy used to say secret cookies tasted better.”
I smiled before I realized what he had said.
Mommy.
The word filled the kitchen so completely I almost dropped the bowl.
“I think she was right,” I said softly.
Quincy stared at me for a long second,continue reading …
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