There’s a kind of peace families perfect—the peace that comes when everyone pretends together. We used to have that. It looked like complimenting a pie while ignoring the child who didn’t get a slice. It sounded like small talk over something that wasn’t small. On that September Sunday, I decided my daughter would not inherit our talent for pretending. My mother called it dessert. My sister called it “just family.” I called it one more chance. Emma and I brought manners and hope; the table broug

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