She crowds close. “Sweetie. Look at me.” I pick out a couple more pieces, setting them on a paper towel. “He’s going to leave you.” I blink hard, keeping my attention on the sink. “That so? What, you have a crystal ball?” “No, but he’s a man, and men leave.” “Uncle Brian is right outside with his wife. Your sister.” “Men like the ones we want,” she says, her voice low and insistent. “Look at him, baby girl. Do you really think you’ll be able to compete with all the women he’ll meet the second he steps out in his new uniform? There’s a reason men like him marry models. Who do you think you are,
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