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are in the fridge. Isabella.”
I didn’t apologize. I didn’t explain. I didn’t offer suggestions for how to salvage the meal or provide detailed instructions.
For once in my life, I simply stated the facts and left them to figure out the rest.
As I loaded my suitcase into my car, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.
I looked different somehow.continue reading …
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