oom, the sting on m
. Basic furniture, plain walls. A stark contrast to Ashley' s redecor
ggling. They sent me away to live with Great Aunt Millie, a
Mom had said, not meeting my
me there. Aunt Millie was kind but poor and sick herse
hley, then a bubbly pre-teen, was the center of their univers
buzzed. I
ip. Maybe he was calling to chec
cold. "What the hell
okay?" Not "W
ion. Your mother is furiou
re no mushrooms
ranoid about your sister. She' s trying to build a career, she' s und
e me. It was a pattern. Ashley' s "needs," Ashley'
For all
clarity. He wasn't my partner.
, my voice flat
considerate, okay?" h
in my journal. Each one a testament to my
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