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immediately to his silk cuffs. He looked at the empty spaces, then at his mother, then at me.
“Andrew,” I said, my voice low and even.
“Laura, please,” Andrew said, his voice a rapid whisper as he leaned in close. “Don’t do this here. We have guests from Atlanta.”
“Your mother just took the girls’ plates,” I said.
“It is just a seating arrangement,” Andrew continue reading …
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