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Daniel rubbed both hands over his face. “Mom, come on. Renee didn’t mean it that way.”
“Yes, she did.”
Renee looked up sharply.
I kept my voice even. “And you did too.” I paused. “That is the part you cannot argue. You can argue details. You can excuse the timing. You can blame stress and teenagers and work and the pressure of an aging parent in your continue reading …
