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December 23, 2010
"When did you get into town?" Dad asked, leaning in for a hug that was so unconvincing. Fortunately, Sarah didn't notice.

"My flight got in a couple hours ago," said Dione. (I still had a hard time thinking of her as my mother, though anyone could see the resemblance.) I wondered if Dad suspected her flight was walking around the backyard, stretching its wings, and chewing on the lawn.

"What a nice surprise," he said, which of course meant get the hell out of my house. 

She smiled and replied, "I'm glad to be here." No chance, buster.

Great.