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had reached out, expressing concern about Ray’s mental state, his isolation, his erratic decisions.
The third call arrived at eight-thirty.
“Dad.” Bula again, not crying now but angry, unmistakably angry. “You embarrassed them. In public. What were you thinking?”
“I offered them a fair solution,” I said. “They rejected it outright.”
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