I had set seventeen places in the dining room.
White linen.
Red napkins.
Silver polished until I could see my tired face bending back at me.
Candles in the center.
Handwritten name cards beside every plate.
Laura.
Michael.
Fiona.
Their spouses.
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I had set seventeen places in the dining room.
White linen.
Red napkins.
Silver polished until I could see my tired face bending back at me.
Candles in the center.
Handwritten name cards beside every plate.
Laura.
Michael.
Fiona.
Their spouses.
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