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about your birth.”<br />
“What have you lied to me about?”<br />
My mother’s left eyebrow shoots up. I set my jaw defiantly.<br />
She takes a deep breath and says, “I never lied. I just<br />
never told you the whole truth.”<br />
“About what?”<br />
“About the day you were born.”<br />
A jolt of electricity zaps my chest.<br />
“Fay!”<br />
At that exact moment, Mrs. Latanza, President of the<br />
Odessa Homeowner’s Association, enters our yard through<br />
the back gate. Her yellow hair is pushed back by a floral<br />
headband and hairsprayed into a flip. My whole life, I’ve<br />
never seen her in pants. Today, true to form, she wears a<br />
belted gingham dress with white pumps.<br />
“I thought I heard voices back here,” she says.<br />
“Peg.” Mom eyes her suspiciously.<br />
Mrs. Latanza says, “Betty Fannerife told me Martha was<br />
in town, but I had no idea what she was up to!”<br />
Mom leans down and pinches back more cilantro.<br />
“Is this a major renovation?” Mrs. Latanza asks, hopeful.<br />
Mom says, “I have no idea what it is.”<br />
“Martha looks fabulous, doesn’t she?”<br />
“Yes. Fabulous.” My mom’s fingernails, I notice, are<br />
totally green.<br />
Glancing at the open gate, I barely conceal my impatience<br />
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