his mouth.
Closed it.
Good.
I wasn’t done.
“For years, all any of you had to do was ask me one real question and listen to the answer. Not a setup. Not a joke. Not ‘how’s the little office job.’ Just a real question.”
Mom stared at her plate.
Dad’s ears had gone red.
Across the room, Hannah asked my aunt in a stage whisper, “Is Olivia rich?”
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