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estate.
I gave Lorraine one last chance.
Not because she deserved it. Because I needed to know, for myself, that I had not mistaken inconvenience for cruelty.
I called her.
“Hey, baby,” I said when she picked up. “I was thinking maybe I’d come up next weekend. Bring some peach jam. The kids liked it.”
A pause. Then that voice, the one that used to say Mama continue reading …
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