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I was preparing for a trip. I can’t be expected to do everything.”
There it was. Not remorse. Not panic over Grandpa’s condition. Irritation at being inconvenienced.
Then my father came on.
“Emma Grace Bennett, why is my card frozen?”
Grandpa flinched at the sound of his son’s voice.
I had to grip the bed rail to keep my promise.
“Grandpa’s accounts are continue reading …
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