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did not look at the empty space on my ring finger where the gold band had lived for eleven years.
“Can we go to the big pool early?” Grace asked, looking up at me.
“As early as you like,” I said, wiping a drop of syrup from her knuckle with a damp cloth.
“Nobody is ever taking a plate away from you here,” I said, keeping my voice very quiet.
She did not continue reading …
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