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it. I just need a bridge.”
“How much?” I asked.
“Only eleven hundred.”
Only.
“I can’t,” I said.
Silence. Then she said, “Wow. Okay. I see how it is.”
Two hours later, my mother called. “Sweetie, your sister is crying.”
“I’m at work,” I said.
“We are all at work,” she replied, and I could hear the script turning pages. “You know she relies on you.”
“I know,” continue reading …
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