One Sentence Across the Table

was bad for the finish.

I said, “They weren’t looking down on where you came from. You were.”

My mother sat down heavily in the nearest chair.

Rebecca laughed once, sharp and mean. “Easy for you. You turned it into a brand. Industrial grit. Founder story. Clients eat that up.”

That one had enough truth in it to sting.

Yes, I used our story.

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