My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

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“Get out.”

Janet’s voice floated from the bedroom hall. “Dennis, who is it?”

Then she appeared.

My mother.

Wearing my robe.

The navy cashmere one from Saks that I’d bought in a weak moment during a February sale and left here because lake mornings are cold even in June.

She saw my face and, for one second, looked ashamed.

One second.

Then it passed.

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