My parents told everyone I was a waitress, for nin…

out. Why did you not tell us?

Her voice broke on tell. The way a glass breaks, not shattering but splitting down the middle, two clean halves with a sharp edge between them. We are your family, Wanda.

How could you keep this from us? We had a right to know. I was sitting on the edge of my desk, arms crossed, coffee mug behind me, still warm.

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