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Dani
I was ready for a day-long sobfest, complete with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, but the relentless knocking on our front door was distracting. Intent on telling whoever the pushy person was to go away, I flung the door wide open and pinched my face into an angry glare. It wasn’t difficult to maintain the look once I saw who it was.
Molly Malone had the audacity to stand on my family’s front porch and bug her eyes out at me as if I were the problem. Stamping her foot, she accused, “My brother said you’ve been ignoring his calls.”
“Umm, yeah, and I’m going to continue to do so. Tell him to go away and not to contact me ever again.” I had used my no-nonsense tone, but when I went to slam the door in the woman’s face, she stuck her foot in the opening.
Shocked by her brashness, I pushe
