My mother said this with resignation, as though it were her charge in life to be saddled with me. This happened every time I returned home. We’d spend a few peaceful hours in each other’s company and then the détente would end and the comments would start, all of them variations on the theme of her disappointment in me. Why don’t you find a better job? Why don’t you apply to law school? Why don’t you move back here if you’re not going to law school and you can’t find a better job? Did I tell you that Mrs. Hammadi’s daughter is getting married? Are you wearing that to dinner? White isn’t a good
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