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December 26, 2010
"You said she was dead," I pointed out to Dad as we stared at her. She was sprawled on her belly, her arms cuffed behind her and her face to the side. She looked uncomfortable. I wanted to move her to the sofa, but then I was afraid she'd wake up.

"Actually," my dad said, "if I remember right, I said she was no longer with us, not that she was dead."

Typical of him to remember that. He was an accountant, after all. He kept track of everything.

"You lied to me." It came out harsher than I expected.