“Oh, Callum. Come in, honey. You should sit for this,” my mother said.
“Just talk. It’s my daughter’s birthday, and her mother walked out on us. I don’t have time for polite.”
My mother led us into the living room. Aunt Marlene followed, slow and quiet, like she already knew she was about to hear something she wouldn’t forgive.
“You should sit for this.”
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