Family Ties

Until I was fourteen years old, I had never had anyone close to me die. When I met Marlene's parents, I was seven; while she was still my dad's girlfriend. On the day before Passover, after a four hour drive, we arrived in Walpole, Massachusetts. We got out of the car, took our bags, and buzzed up to the apartment with the name Harvey under it. There was another buzz, the door opened, and we went in.

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