Three days later, just as I bend over to pick up the grubby little sneakerGrayer has hurled into the Xes' marble entryway, the front door slamsbehind me with a loud bang. I jerk upright, still holding his shoe. Shit.I heard you! You said 'Shit.' You
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Hi, this is Alexis at the Parents League. I'm just calling to follow up on the uniform guidelines we sent over . .. The blond woman volunteering behind the reception desk holds up a bejeweled finger, signaling me to wait while she continues on the ph
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The following Monday on my way to meet Mrs. X, I make a quick stop at my favorite stationery store to stock up on Post-its. Today my Filofax only has two Post-its: a tiny pink one imploring me to BUY MORE POST-ITS and a green one reminding me that I
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Hi, Grayer! I say, smiling down at the top of his blond head. He's wearing a white oxford button-down Polo shirt, untucked on one side, containing the evidence of a morning hard at work: finger paint, what looks like glue, and one lone macaroni. How
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My grandmother greets me in her entryway in a linen Mao Tse-tung outfit and pearls. Darling! Come in. I was just finishing my tai-chi. She gives me a kiss on both cheeks and a solid hug for good measure. Honey, you're damp. Would you like to shower?
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