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Chapter 28 - Evelyn’s Seventy-Fifth Birthday

Evelyn turned seventy-five.

Small dinner.

Clara.

Lily.

Grant.

First time all four had eaten together since before Daniel died.

Awkward.

Grant reached for bread at the same time Clara did.

Both pulled back.

Lily rolled her eyes.

“You guys are weird.”

Evelyn laughed.

Later, Grant raised a glass.

“To Mom.”

Evelyn interrupted.

“No speeches.”

“Fine.”

They drank.

Daniel’s empty place was present without an empty chair.

May you like

That distinction mattered.

Family had stopped staging grief.

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