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standing in the kitchen to make them meaningful.
She finally said she called because my father wanted to know if I would make a statement for leniency.
Not love. Not remorse. Strategy.
“No.”
“He’s your father.”
“And he sold my house.”
A pause. Then, small and bitter: “You’ve become hard.”
“No,” I said. “I’ve become accurate.”
I hung up. My hands shook afterward.continue reading …
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