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set it on the laminate table. I stared at the yellow broth, unable to pick up my spoon.

“Mother, you need to eat something,” Clara said, adjusting her glasses again.

I pushed the soup bowl an inch away. “I am not hungry, Clara.”

Douglas stood up, leaving a five-dollar bill on the table, and walked toward the cash register without waiting for us to finish.continue reading …