“Winnie, so wonderful to see you,” Jackie said, standing up and extending her hand for me to shake, which I did automatically before we both sat down. Jackie looked virtually the same as the last time I’d seen her: Short hair dyed chestnut and aggressively styled. Light beige features with too much makeup. A smile so insincere it made my skin crawl. “I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me.” “I didn’t,” I said honestly. “I didn’t know you were coming until I walked in the room.” “Winnie,” my father scolded, like I was a teenager with bad manners. But that didn’t work on me anymore. The
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