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“I didn’t want someone to steal it!”
The stone caught the light. Too bright. Too clean. Wrong.
My mom stared as if she couldn’t make her eyes focus.
Ray let out a sharp laugh. “You had it in your pocket at the funeral.”
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Linda hissed, “I didn’t want someone to steal it!”
“You humiliated yourself.”
“And this? Look at this mirror. This is sick.”
I took it from her. “It’s just a mirror.”
“She’s humiliating me!”
You humiliated yourself, Linda.” My mom, always reasonable but honest.
Another envelope sat under the papers.
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Linda spun. “Of course you’d say that. You always hated me.”
My mom didn’t blink. “I don’t hate you. I’m tired.”
I looked back into the box.
Another envelope sat under the papers, thick and sealed.
FOR KATE — OPEN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
