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“The rift between my mother and her sister, Nell, was something more nebulous, harder to trace.”
“I felt that if I met them, I might turn to stone or worse.”
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“She sniffed as she made her way back to her seat from behind the lectern.”
“I snuck glances but managed to avoid her eyes.”
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“We slipped past a few people in navy suits, then faltered, uncertain where to sit.”
““In time, we all just called him Pastor Richard, too, so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed.”
“I always felt that my aunt liked the idea of children but wouldn’t have known what to do with me for long.”
“But at least I knew what was real.” I thought I could see what had happened between them.”
“Clown shoes to her mother’s memorial.” I was eleven but I looked, say, nine.”
“She turned to Nell.”
“The sense I had of her was that she was smart, quirky, quiet.”
“She didn’t look like she was having fun.”
“It seemed impossible that the two women, Nell ready with her reins, my mother unbridled, shared the same gene pool.”
““She’d say to us, ‘You girls would cry anytime I held you.”
“Maybe things would have been different.”
“With my mother, sometimes there was a seed of truth.”
““Let’s do this score-settling later.” The truth was, my fancy New York artist aunt was a disappointment to me.”
“We were interrupted, introduced to the young pastor who’d led the service.”
“At the front of the church, the projector hummed.”
““Here we go.” I thought of my grandmother, on the projector, holding out her pie.”
“I tried to imagine what grief would feel like, if I could feel it.”