So I waited.
Then he gave me that quick look busy people give when they want you to cooperate without making them explain themselves.
“Please, Mom. Fifteen minutes.”
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And then he closed the door.
I stood there staring at it.
So I waited.
Five minutes.
I was not early.
Then ten.
Then fifteen.
Nobody came out.
I sat on my suitcase because my legs were aching. I could hear little feet running inside. Laughter. Music louder now.
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I looked at the door and realized something awful.
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