Mrs. Michaelson

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I see the red jell-o jiggle when Mrs. Michaelson grabs a fork. Her ex-ex-husband’s wedding band is on her chubby finger and she grasps a piece of pie with black fingernails. She looks at me and a little piece of cake from earlier falls out of her mouth.

“What?” she snaps; I shake my head.





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