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Slapped Twice

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~Delia~

I drove to Brooklyn on autopilot.

Not Katia's Brooklyn. The Kensington family home, where Mama would be awake by five because Mama was always awake by five. The woman ran on a schedule that predated electricity, and she was not going to change it for anyone.

The gate opened when I entered the code. The house was lit in the kitchen only.

I walked in.

She was at the kitchen table with her tea and her reading glasses. She looked at me—at the redness on my cheek, at my clothes still the sam
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