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“Emily Higgins,” I supply.

“Oh, I remember her,” Shay says. “Pretty but no sense of humor.”

Mom smooths her sheets over her stomach and smiles softly as if lost in the memory. I have no idea where she’s going with this. “You and Emily couldn’t keep your hands off each other.” She grins at me. “I threatened to make you wear my oven mitts on your hands every time she was in the house