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LIZ MAYERS: Yard Sale Prodigal


I knew the flowered china well. Every chip. Every crack. She accepted $25, pretended not to know me. Shuttling boxes to my car, I debated asking for forgiveness. For scramming and dumping responsibilities on her. I watched awhile as my sister haggled over our deceased parents’ chattel, then drove away.

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