Grandma held my hand and tried to persuade me. "Carla's a big-shot boss. She's never touched a needle and thread in her life. But for you and Dominic, she went and learned to sew a jacket. You can't keep living in the past forever."I nodded, taking it in. But what I understood was something else entirely.At night, I felt the air turn cold. Carla was no longer beside me.I threw on a coat and went outside, where I heard her talking in a lowered voice as she stood in the yard.A man's voice came from the other end of the line. Though he kept his voice low, I could still tell it was Fred.I slowly retreated into the room, leaving Carla undisturbed.More than 20 minutes later, she crept back into the room without making a sound. Afraid her hands were cold, she warmed them before getting into bed and gently hugged me from behind.After coming back from my hometown, Carla had a slightly bigger smile on her face.She felt that after this trip, I was finally being nicer to her. She'd
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