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makes you some hero? We were entitled to a vacation.”
“Entitled,” Margaret whispered, writing it down.
“You could have hired a caregiver,” I said.
“With what money?”
Grandpa looked at the ceiling.
“His money,” I said quietly. “The money you transferred to your joint account. Eight thousand dollars in October alone.”
A long silence.
My father’s voice changed continue reading …
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