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a payment to my mother’s account.
Then my phone rang.
“Barbara,” my mother said, bright and excited, “we are here at the Beastro. Jeffrey suggested we all have lunch together. Can you come? We have such good news to share.”
“I’m at work,” I said. “I’m on my lunch break.”
“Oh, this won’t take long. We’re just around the corner from the hospital. Please.continue reading …
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