My sister introduced my 12 year old as a “STINKY NIECE” with cheap clothes and no future – Welcome

dinner.”

“I know.”

“No. You know there was dinner.”

I stood.

“I set the table. Lit candles. And waited.”

He looked down.

“I reheated the sauce at nine, Marco. At ten, I blew out one candle.”

“Gigi, I’m sorry.”

“At eleven, I put everything away.”

He moved toward me.

I raised my hand.

“You spend all day teaching women that their time counts.”

Marco stopped.

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