A week had passed, and no one had come to visit Deb. Because Deb hadn’t told anyone.
“Why not?” Susan asked one day, during lunch. “I mean, I get that it’s not something to be proud of, but…don’t あなた miss them? Don’t あなた want to see them?”
“I don’t miss my parents” Deb said, irritated. “But, I guess I miss my sisters. I haven’t seen Beth in four years. I want to know how she’s doing”
Susan nodded understandingly. “I miss my brother all the time. We write a lot, but it’s difficult for him to get here. He’s the reason I’m here”
“What do あなた mean?” Deb...
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