So Bev told me that the other day she caught Grace angrily pretend talking on the phone, slamming it down, then walking over and wiping her eyes on the towel on the stove while she pretended to cry. And it made me want to throw up. And all that guilt I was talking about... yeah.
And I hate to think what else is in her little memory.
And I'm restless. And that's ridiculous.
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