“Forget it. Once this is over, I’ll buy you a prettier one.”Wayne answered himself, cutting off the breakup that had nearly slipped from my lips.I let out a soft, mocking laugh, pulled my hand back, and walked toward the backyard.I took the initiative to stand beside Alma, picked up the microphone, and said a string of impeccably proper lies.“Alma is my younger sister.“Her mother wasn’t a mistress. She was my father’s second wife.“This house was given to Alma of my own free will, as a welcome‑home gift from an older sister.”…Down below, Wayne led the applause, sealing Alma’s place in this circle once and for all.Just as I was about to leave, Alma tugged at the corner of my sleeve.“Jocelyn, thank you for clearing my mother’s and my names. Since I came back, we sisters haven’t really talked. Do you have a moment now?”There was no way I could refuse with so many people watching.I followed her into a quiet corner of the yard. The moment we stopped, Alma dropped the
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