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They were denial.
June, my mother confirmed it. They were selling the house. Moving into a small condo in Vancouver.
“We thought Jeffrey would help us,” she admitted. “We invested in his future.”
“And has he?” I asked.
Silence.
“No,” she whispered. “He says we need to learn to manage our money better.”
Their own words turned back on them like a mirror.
I continue reading …
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