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Chapter Fifty-Three: More Questions Than Answers
Robyn I was terrified that I might turn into my mother, tying on an apron and pretending to be some kind of domestic goddess just to win the favor of a man. Or two men, as the case might be. I had watched my mother abandon herself over and over, molding herself into whatever Susie-Homemaker shape she thought would please her newest partners, in a sad and desperate attempt to fill the hole that my father had left. I was not going to be like that. We sat around the kitchen island and ate our meal mostly in silence, and then, as it was becoming almost habit, we washed the dishes together. I washed, Jack rinsed, and Phoenix dried and put everything away. “I wonder what Stella thinks when she comes in and finds the kitchen all clean and sparkling?” Phoenix laughed as he put away th
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