My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

under new names. Failed both times. Worked, according to Diane, in some administrative job outside Columbus. Lived alone. Still blamed many people, depending on the year.

“She’s alive,” I said. “That’s all I really know.”

Lily absorbed this.

“Do you hate her?”

I thought carefully.

“I don’t spend enough time with her in my heart to hate her every day.”

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