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I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

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himself another slice.

Margaret gave me a chilly once-over. Margaret was one of those women who treated wealth like breeding, as if money could clean bloodlines and bad manners. She wore pearls at lunch and cruelty like perfume.

I asked Claire, “Did a doctor examine your shoulder?”

She swallowed before answering. “Urgent care.”

“Which one?”

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