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SILENT RETURN You showed up, quietly, on the couch, thirty years after your death, at my new, borrowed home. You helped raise me, off-site, on your own time. You were the wife of my dad's boss; my mom's best friend; and my advocate for a sane and normal upbringing! You stood by me as I made my way through my tumultuous youth, micromanaged by my mother's insanity and my father's inability to fight her. It is fitting that you have returned to visit me. quietly, amid the borrowed tumult of my new life, in this borrowed house. I see you glance around, taking in the sights, taking in the cats (that's the only point on.which we did not agree). I look to you for advice and consolation; you merely shrug and beseech me to bide my time, and support my dear Rick, who grew up in this borrowed house--and then, you leave me, as quietly as you appeared.
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