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You have to tell her, the granola said, and you have to do it now, tonight, so that you can begin again with the truth firmly intact, with a perfect honesty.

“Tovah, let’s be realistic. You’re not the high school baby-sitter. I don’t play bridge with your father. We’re grown up and broken, just like everybody else.

(Although even in her twenties, Charlie wasn’t what you’d call eye candy: her looks had always been sharp edged and intense, more like eye tequila.)

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