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spoke.
“I’m proud of you, Mary.”
I looked at him. He looked tired, sad.
“I should have said something a long time ago. I should have stopped it. I’m sorry.”
It was the first time he’d ever apologized to me. I nodded. Didn’t say it was okay, because it wasn’t.
My mother called me at 11:00 a.m.
“Family dinner Sunday. 6:00 p.m. Your father wants everyone together.continue reading …
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