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Rachel’s name filled almost every weekend for the next three months.
Two weekends were assigned to our cousin’s four children.
Another read: Take Aunt Linda grocery shopping.
A third said: Cook meals for Mom.
Mom twisted a napkin in her hands.
Aunt Linda nodded.
Rachel arrived twelve minutes late and entered without knocking.
“Sorry, traffic was—”
Her voice cut off.
“What is that?”
“Why is my name everywhere?”
She turned toward me.
“Did you do this?”
“We all helped.”
Her voice rose.
“You volunteered me for three months without asking?”
“That is exactly the question Mom has been afraid to ask you.”
Rachel looked at Mom, then back at me.
“This is ridiculous.”
“It’s uncomfortable,” I said. “There is a difference.”
She pointed at the calendar.
“I have children. I have a job. I can’t spend every weekend serving everybody.”
Aunt Linda leaned forward.
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