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Who was making deliveries on Christmas Day? Fucking Amazon Prime.
“Your grandmother would want us to say grace,” he said, after they’d piled up their plates. “Hmm.” Reagan was noncommittal. She’d already taken a bite of turkey. “But if she wanted me to keep saying grace,” he went on, “she should have outlived me.”
(She didn’t need people the way other people needed people, but she still needed . . . something.)
