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a scene,” I said. “You squeezed my hand to keep me quiet. You were embarrassed by me tonight, Tom. Just like the rest of them.”
“That’s not—” He stopped. “I was trying to keep the peace.”
“At my expense.”
He stared at the steering wheel. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
We drove home in silence. But it was different from the comfortable silence of the trip up.continue reading …
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