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My Son Brought

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problem could be solved by lowering your voice and refusing to admit there was a problem.

My mother, Diane, was the kind of woman people described as elegant. She served ham on china plates, sent handwritten thank-you notes, and remembered everyone’s birthday except the ones she considered inconvenient.

I was inconvenient from the beginning.

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