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Arthur knew why we were here.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“I was tipped off.”
“By whom?”
He didn’t answer. He never answered direct questions. He simply moved forward as if not responding was equivalent to being truthful.
The doctor addressed my mother. “Mrs. Hernandez, is this man a family member?”
“He’s my husband,” I said before Arthur could continue reading …
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