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Chapter 25 - HELENA’S LAST DINNER
Helena died at eighty-one.
Before that, she attended one final large Maldera dinner.
No head table.
No child rules.
Elsie was twenty.
Studying industrial design.
Wearing noise-reducing earbuds because thirty Italians speaking at once remained thirty Italians speaking at once.
Helena noticed.
Old Helena would have stared.
Instead:
“Do those help?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Then she asked:
“Too loud?”
Elsie looked around.
“You people are always too loud.”
The table erupted.
May you like
Helena laughed hardest.
That was the woman she could have been earlier.
