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By nine that morning, I had already corrected the spelling on one flower card, found an extra chair for Richard’s elderly cousin, reminded the funeral director that my husband hated organ music, and answered the same question about the reception six times.
« Tisha, sit down. »
My sister touched my elbow.
I had already corrected the spelling on one flower card.
« I’m fine. »
« You’ve said that all morning. »
« Because I am. »
I wasn’t.
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