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The chair with the note was my chair.
I stood staring at it long enough for the room to notice me.
“Oh!” my mother said, appearing from the kitchen with a dish towel over one shoulder and that easy bright smile she used for neighbors and cashiers and anyone she did not want to feel her disappointment. “There you are.”
I waited for her to laugh. To peel off the note and say they’d been teasing me. To call out for someone to grab another chair.
She didn’t.
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