“Are you mad at Georgia?” she asked me. “Yes. I’m frustrated. The bickering makes me crazy. And I’ve talked to Georgia—” “What did you say?” “The same thing I always say: Leave It Alone. Walk Away.” She broke into a sob. “It’s okay, Claire. I’m just saying—” “It’s not that!” she snapped, winding herself up in a way that racked me to watch. “Claire, honey, what is it?” I readied myself for a confession. When she finally spoke, her voice was very small. “Do you love one of us more than the other?” “No, do you think I do?” “Yes!” she spat out, the deepest possible betrayal in her voice. “You
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