PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

we need to talk about your mother’s things before people start taking advantage.”

I invited her over.

Not because I wanted comfort.

Because I wanted witnesses.

Diane arrived with my cousin Megan and a folder of her own. She wore black sunglasses on her head and carried the expression of someone who planned to be practical in a room full of feelings.

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