Chapter 29

Maura suddenly leans forward on the box, and I look up, scrunching the paper. Myra is coming toward us with a box of desserts. “You’re Dina’s daughter’s friend, ah… Give me a second. I am bad with names.”

We all look at Myra.

“Maura, right?” she asks.

“Yes, ma’am, that is correct.”

Myra smiles. “Ram always loved Nola. Such a sweet girl,” she says, and my lip trembles remembering yesterday.

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