At 6:00 A.M., My Mother Learned Whose House She Lived In

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I shook my head.

“Okay,” she said. “Then I’m going to sit at your table and drink your bad coffee while you tell me exactly who I need to hate.”

The turn nobody expected

By noon, Martin had called twice and finally got through because I stepped outside to take the trash.

“They’re contesting the private covenant language,” he said.

“Can they?”

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