Sublime

There could have been fifty pairs of twins sitting at that dinner table, a seat for each person they had been since they’d spoken last: a battered wife and a bored one, a waitress and a professor, each woman seated next to a stranger.

Julia wondered if all four girls’ voices lived inside their mother.

a Coming of Age story, or Bildungsroman, or maybe a Rags to Riches story—but

Her life was small, and rich, and entirely hers.

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