you lost a contract.
I do not send more.
I do not explain.
I do not invoice the pain.
The next time I go to Mom’s kitchen, months later, it is because she asks if we can talk. Dad is not there. Brooke is not there. The coffeepot is on the counter, but Mom does not use it as a shield.
She places an envelope in front of me.
Inside is a check.
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