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was in the den watching television. Barely looked up.
“Where you going?”
“Out.”
“When you back?”
“Sunday.”
“Okay.”
That was it. That was the whole conversation. He didn’t ask where. He didn’t ask why. He just went back to his show.
At 5:45 p.m., I walked out the front door. At 6:15, my sister texted again.
Mary, where are you? Mom’s asking about the menu. continue reading …
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