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‘Did you take my wooly sweater to the cleaners?’
‘No, I didn’t know I was supposed to.’
“I told you to,” Mama sighs. Apparently I have let her down again.
‘You didn’t,’ I say, stubbornly refusing to let her get away with her false accusation, which is the hardest aspect of her aging for me to let slide; ‘but I will take it.’
Silence.
‘You need to have your memory checked, Gretchen.’
‘I’ll get right on that.’
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