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At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

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eyes met briefly, and I felt the steadying effect of that look the way you feel the floor when you find your footing after a stumble.

Odora hugged my father stiffly. Darius offered a handshake and received only a nod. Then Odora turned to me and said it had been a long time.

“Yes,” I said.

She glanced toward a small side room and said she needed to speak continue reading …

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