My Stepmother Took Over The Beach House I Bought With My Own Money As I Stayed Silent And Prepared For A Moment That Changed Everything Publicly

for a woman who had been, to me, the organizing principle of everything. Her name was Diane. She had brown eyes and a loud laugh and she made French toast on Saturday mornings and she could name every constellation visible from the Southern California coast and she was gone before I had finished becoming the person she was trying to help me be.

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