“Does Mom know you know?”
Our youngest sister answered on video.
Ten minutes later, the money wasn’t even the only thing making me angry.
“Mom always said you didn’t really want anything to do with us,” Phoebe said.
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I stared at her little face on Lena’s screen.
“What?”
The money wasn’t even the only thing making me angry.
“She said you had Grandma and your own life.”
Lena nodded.
“When we were younger, Mom said not to pressure you.”
“She told me you girls were always busy,” I said.
Lena gave a humorless laugh.
“Apparently we were all very busy.”
“She said you had Grandma and your own life.”
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Phoebe looked upset.
“Why didn’t you come on our beach trip three years ago?”
“What beach trip?”
Neither sister spoke.
“The girls have school.”
“Margot’s working.”
“She probably won’t come.”
“Don’t bother her.”
“She probably won’t come.”
I’d heard some version of every one.
Lena eventually asked, “What are you going to do?”
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I looked at Grandma’s card.
“I have an idea.”
***
The next morning, everything was ready.
I’d heard some version of every one.
Mom had given me the spare key to her new car months earlier after I’d driven it home from a family dinner.
She’d never asked for it back.
I also had Grandma’s sewing tin.
Inside were spare buttons she’d saved from coats and sweaters she refused to replace.
I also had Grandma’s sewing tin.
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I chose the brown button that matched her old patched coat.
One belonged to what Mom had bought. The other stood for what Grandma had gone without so I could have a future.
I put both objects into a small cloth bag.
Nothing else.
No letter.
No accusation.
I put both objects into a small cloth bag.
I drove to Mom’s office and handed the bag to a same-day courier outside.
“Reception desk. For Victoria.”
Then I parked across the street.
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Lena and Phoebe arrived a few minutes later.
“You sure about this?” Lena asked.
“No.”
“You sure about this?”
My phone rang.
Mom.
I answered.
She was already shouting.
“What have you done?! How am I supposed to show my face at work now?”
“Nobody at your office knows anything.”
Silence.
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Then, “What?”
“How am I supposed to show my face at work now?”
“I didn’t tell them, Mom.”
“But the key…”
“And Grandma’s button,” I said.
Her breathing changed.
“Margot.”
“Nobody at your office knows.”
I looked at Lena and Phoebe.
“We do.”
“Nobody at your office knows.”
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Another silence.
Longer this time.
“What did you tell my daughters?”
I looked at them.
“They’re my sisters.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Come downstairs, Mom.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Okay.”
“They’re my sisters.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means okay.”
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I hung up.
***
Thirty seconds later, Lena’s phone rang.
She declined it.
“What does that mean?”
Then she typed one message.
“Please come down.”
Mom appeared seven minutes later.
She still had the little cloth bag in her hand.
The car key showed between her fingers.
