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a pale blue dress my mother had approved—”something simple, don’t distract”—smiling just enough to disappear.
When it came time for introductions, my mother placed her hand on my shoulder. Her voice was sweet, rehearsed.
“This is Linda, Elena’s older sister. She used to work at sea. She’s stable now.”
Stable. A word meant to soothe, but it landed like continue reading …
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