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... med into a ghost.
Invisible. Silent. Useful only for carrying things.
The doorbell rang, and I heard my father’s booming voice from the entryway.
"Robert! Patricia! So glad you could make it!"
Warm. Welcoming. The kind of voice he never used with me.
I was in the kitchen, arranging banchan in small ceramic dishes, when my mother appeared beside me.
"Take these out," she said, gesturing to a tray laden with side dishes. "And refill the water glasses ...
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