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GS-At the Christmas celebration, I overheard my daughter-in-law proudl…

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I said very little. There is a stage in every power struggle where the loud person mistakes quiet for retreat. I let her.

The first crisis arrived on January tenth.

I had made soup for dinner and was sitting at the kitchen table with tea when footsteps thundered down the back stairs from the apartment. The door burst open, and Vanessa entered with Julian continue reading …

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