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The night before her party, Marin asked if Grandpa Gerald was coming.

I was folding napkins at the kitchen table. Paper ones this time. Blue with little gold stars.

“I don’t know yet, Bug.”

She considered that.

Then she said, “That’s okay. We can have cake either way.”

I looked at her.

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