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want and you’ll clean up the mess.”
“I know,” I said softly.
“Do you?” she asked, not unkindly.
I met her eyes. “I do.”
That night, I finally called Adele.
She answered on the second ring.
“Tell me everything,” she said.
I did. The kitchen conversation. The demand. The way my mother laughed. The porch scene. The texts. The voicemail about my father.
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