Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
I smiled.
“You used to take too many.”
She studied my face.
“You complained.”
“I did.”
“You said I was destroying your profit margin.”
I laughed.
It was the same joke.
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