Mom invited my sister and me over for coffee on Sunday morning. They were concerned about my plight and wanted the scoop from Saturday night. Dad spent the time mowing the lawn.

     “Things weren’t bad except for one major problem,” I told my mother and sister. We were seated at the kitchen table around cups of coffee and a plate of cookies, a recipe I didn’t recognize. “For some reason, E-- told her friends we’re moving in together in September.”

     “Wow,” my sister said, “she really doesn’t understand the concept of breaking up, does she?”

     Dad’s mower rumbled past the window.

     Mom distributed the unfamiliar cookies to me and my sister. &...

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