“Oh, Mom! For Christ’s sake! Get over yourself!” Nadia said, disgusted.

Ellen angrily wiped her cheeks. Truly, the child was impossible. “There’s no touching you, is there, tough girl? I’ve always tried to be the best mother I could!”

“Right.” Nadia stared out the window. “Sure you did.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tried sooo hard. Uh-huh.”

“Nadia! Explain to me, please! Did something happen to you as a child?”

“As if you didn’t know, Mom. Please. Don’t even bother.”

“Nadia…” A horrible thought occurred to Ellen. “Was it… Joe?”

“Bingo, Mom. What took you so fucking long?”

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