Eleven-year-old Jeri came barreling through the front door. “I hate her!” she shouted in the general direction of her father, who struggled to push his recliner into an upright position. “She does nothing but hurt me! And I’m never letting her borrow one of my library books again!” Jeri stormed away in the direction of her bedroom. Her dad
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It's really well-written. I feel for Ralph, who really can't (and shouldn't) do more, and for his wife who just can't do everything, but is forced to try. /o\
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