Where did you get that ring

there in her white silk robe, glowing with expensive makeup and the kind of cruelty only family knows how to aim.

I had heard Vivian insult me before.

At Thanksgiving.

At birthday dinners.

At the mall when we were teenagers and she told a salesgirl, “Don’t bother bringing my sister anything cute. She shops from the back wall.”

But this was different.

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