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the real work, scanning me from hair to sandals in one slow, deliberate sweep that felt more like an inspection than a welcome.
“Well,” she said, patting my cheek. “Motherhood certainly keeps you busy, doesn’t it.”
“It does,” I said carefully. “Thank you for having us, Diane.”
“Of course. Family is everything.”
Dylan’s sister waved from the kitchen. His continue reading …
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