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again. Jeffrey wasn’t there. My parents were subdued, almost nervous.
My father asked about work, and when I told him about a difficult case, he listened.
Really listened.
“That sounds hard,” he said. “You must be very good at what you do.”
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was real.
May brought a different kind of reckoning. My uncle Robert called and told me my continue reading …
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