beside me.
And something inside me, the old thing that used to fold itself into politeness, just didn’t show up.
I took the pad.
Folded it once.
Then again.
Set it down.
“No.”
My mother drew herself up. “You don’t get to say no to family responsibility.”
Sharon said, “Watch her.”
My father slammed his palm on the table. Plastic flutes jumped.
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