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they looked like two people caught holding a broken frame.
My father spoke low. You’ll regret humiliating us.
I didn’t humiliate you, I said. I answered the phone when reality called.
His lips flattened.
Marisol stepped in. Visiting time is over for tonight.
We’re her parents, he said again, though it sounded weaker now.
And she is my patient, Marisol replied.continue reading …
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