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was no dinner.
By 7:15, the facade was crumbling. Patricia Alston, polite but pointed, said, “Beverly, dear, should we perhaps order something? I don’t want everyone to go hungry.”
The public acknowledgement that there was no food.
My mother tried to explain. “My daughter was supposed to… She usually handles… I don’t know where…”
She trailed off. Heard continue reading …
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