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My sister had been divorced for six months. She was rebuilding her life with courage I admired deeply. And Vivien had decided she was too messy, too complicated, too real for the perfect tableau she wanted to create.
“Ruby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s fine,” she said, but I could hear the hurt in her voice. “I’m going to Carmen’s this year. continue reading …
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