“What’s inside?” I asked.
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“You’ll open it after dinner.”
“Why not now?”
“Because if you open it now, you may not want to stay until the end.”
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His answer made my blood run cold.
I started thinking that he might be seriously ill and that the envelope contained his will. Then I noticed that his friends kept
avoiding eye contact with me. We ordered our food, but I couldn’t swallow a single bite.
The men spoke about their younger years. Occasionally, they mentioned a woman named Laura, but whenever her name
came up, my father tensed. Laura was my mother’s name.
“You really do look like her,” Robert finally said.
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“Did you know my mother well?”
He was about to answer when my father interrupted him.
“We didn’t come here to talk about her.”
“Then why did we come here?” I asked. “What are all of you hiding from me?”
