I sold my farm for $10.5M. My husband said: “Tell your sister and your…

“Myra, you came. Wonderful.”

She hugs me. It’s a performance. Her fingers are stiff on my back.

“Hi, Mom.”

“You look nice, sweetheart. Sit anywhere.”

Marcus and I find a table near the window.

Loretta is two tables over, right up front at table three, flanked by Nancy Feldman and Barbara Jenkins.

She catches my eye and nods once.

Small, steady.

I’m here.

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