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table and watched me work.

She had Gerald’s patience, this girl, the ability to be still and present in a room without needing it to perform.

I had always been grateful for that.

“They’re looking at apartments,” she said. “I heard through my uncle.”

“Good,” I said.

I crimped the edge of the crust the way my mother taught me, pressing with the flat of my continue reading …