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My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

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it ring until it went to voicemail.

“Nadia, it’s Dad. Your mother has been trying to reach you about the arrangements for Claire’s party.”

A pause.

“I know things have been strained between us. I think maybe we should talk at some point, but right now your mother just needs the headcount. Call when you can.”

The message had the particular quality of a continue reading …

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