Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
She did not look at it.
She looked at me, and her face was doing concern, and she said, “What’s that?”
“Mom.”
“What is it, Ivan?
You’re frightening me.”
“It’s on the desk.
Look at it.”
And she glanced down for less than a second — nowhere near long enough to read anything — and said, “I don’t know what that is.”
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