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jacket collar scrape.

Mara said, “That has nothing to do with this.”

“Actually,” I said, “I think it does.”

My father tried another tone. The reasonable one. The one he’d used my whole life right before doing something rotten.

“Lena, there was a misunderstanding.”

“No,” I said. “A misunderstanding is when somebody picks up the wrong dry cleaning. This was continue reading …