Written by Benjamin Haag

“Can I…get you something…?”

His mother’s nervously-executed nicety hit the united front that had rumbled into their home like a dove smashing into a brick wall. Their expressions, seemingly in unison, showed a momentary flicker of agonizingly forced courtesy. “No. Thank you.” Helga looked as if she were about to add “…I can’t imagine what’s on the glasses in this house.”

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  1. Thank you, Ben, for keeping me in the loop.

    On Sun, Apr 8, 2018 at 11:10 AM, A Character’s Destiny wrote:

    > B. C. Crawford posted: “His mother’s nervously-executed nicety hit the > united front that had rubles into their home like a dove smashing into a > brick wall. Their expressions, seemingly in unison, showed a momentary > flicker of agonizingly forced courtesy. “No. Thank you.” Helga l” >

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