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People brought pie. People brought awkward silence. People brought questions they didn’t ask yet.
Linda walked in at 5:58 like she was arriving at court.
Black dress. Red eyes. Perfect lipstick.
She stood in the doorway.
“Are we really doing this?”
I pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
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She sat, slow and angry.
I stood at the end with the letters.
My mom took the head of the table. Grandma’s spot.
Ray sat beside her, jaw clenched.
I stood at the end with the letters.
My voice was steady even when my hands weren’t.
“I’m going to read what Grandma left,” I said.
