At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

afterward.

Mom did.

She asked if she could come over.

She arrived carrying the acceptance folder Dad had taken from the restaurant.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

Then she said, “Your father handled this badly.”

“You knew.”

“I knew he wanted you to defer.”

“And the marriage?”

“I knew he hoped you and Elliot would become serious.”

“The ring?”

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