”
“You said she owed me.”
My mother slapped her hand over her mouth.
I stared at Mom.
Not angry.
Worse.
Clear.
Tammy realized what she’d said and started talking fast. “I didn’t mean owed like money. I meant you’ve always had more chances. College. Jobs. Dad liked you better.”
“Stop,” Mom said.
But Tammy didn’t.
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