The waiter placed the black leather bill folder in the center of the table, and my father pushed it toward me with two fingers as casually as if he were passing the salt.
“You’re paying, right, Claire?”
Sixteen faces turned toward me.
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The waiter placed the black leather bill folder in the center of the table, and my father pushed it toward me with two fingers as casually as if he were passing the salt.
“You’re paying, right, Claire?”
Sixteen faces turned toward me.
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