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Hilary
Driving into the parking garage at my parents’ house, I saw two cars I didn’t know parked in the visitors’ area.
I frowned, wondering what the hell my mother was up to. She had called this morning to make sure I would be going to the club for our Sunday lunch, but I lied about not feeling well. Later, she called saying that, since I wasn’t going to lunch, I owed her and had to come to the house for dinner. I argued I was still not feeling great, but she said she would come over, give me some Advil or Tylenol, make me tea, and would make sure I was okay enough to come to dinner. Knowing my mother, I believed her, so to save her the trip—and hours of agony for me—I agreed.
Until now, I thought it was only going to be my parents and me, but now I saw those two cars, and Hannah’s
