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one hand and a black trash bag in the other.
“She needed a lesson,” my mother-in-law said coldly.
I turned toward her slowly, almost afraid of what I might do if I moved too fast.
“A lesson?”
Judith stood there perfectly composed in pearl earrings and a navy cardigan, looking more irritated than ashamed.
“She was becoming vain,” she replied. “Always touching continue reading …
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