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playing the perfect helpful son-in-law.
“You go rest, Carol,” he said with that warm voice he used for clients and party hosts. “You’ve been on your feet all day. Claire and I can handle this. Can’t we, babe?”
My mom looked at me with eyes that screamed please don’t leave me alone with him, but what could she say out loud? He was my husband. He was continue reading …
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