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#75 I, Isabel Scheherazade, explain about explaining to Pop and Mimi about what Mom and Dad did or didn’t do and how it’s hard, all this while Mimi tackles the tangles, or tries to.
I settle back on the floor; this time I lean against the ottoman with Mimi’s knees on either side of me, sort of like how Miss Mary shears her sheep: pins them between her knees and goes to it with…