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Judith opened the front door wearing a navy cardigan and an expression already irritated.
“It’s 7:32,” I replied, forcing a smile.
“That is late.”
“Be good for Grandma,” I told her softly.
Judith’s eyes drifted over the braids. “We need to talk about this hair obsession.”
“She spends too much time looking at herself.”
But I had a staff meeting. I had overdue book reports. I had built a life around convincing myself things weren’t as bad as they felt.
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