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Submitted to Contest #31
Barbara wondered when the feeling of having been punched in the stomach would go away. Maybe never. Or maybe in a few months, after her brother-in-law Richard was expected to die. Ever since his cancer diagnosis, that punched-in-the-stomach feeling had gripped her as much as the melanoma that clung to Richard’s liver. Treatment was not working. Fifty-four years old and probably wouldn’t see spring.Richard always called her “Bob.” When his son Matt was three, he had struggled saying R’s and had pronounced her name “B...
Today was weird. I don’t get it. A bunch of people all together, but they didn’t seem very happy about it. I didn’t get to have any fun. First, we went to church on a Wednesday. Mom put on my dress with the big bow, and those hard shoes, and Bryce and Matteo had to put on good clothes too. Daddy held me for a long long time while people stood around. I had to say hi to a whole bunch of people. It was almost like a parade. I knew some of them, but not many. Grandpa was there, and Uncle Richard, but not Grandma.&n...
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