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“Your father had to work. He just found out.” Yesterday morning when Adam called to say he couldn’t take the children, she’d been upset. Then she imagined the kids with her when she won and decided to make the placards. It sometimes shocked Kate how irrelevant Adam had become to their lives. Science be damned. The seed was now irrelevant. “Why are you doing this?” Sterling said, then mumbled, “You’re going to lose, you know.” Sterling snapped her gum, as if to underline the point. “Stop talking, Sterling.” Kate restrained herself from saying more. Instead, she opened the front door and lowered Liam down the handicap ramp. She couldn’t believe some of the hateful things that came out of Sterling’s mouth when she wanted her way. It made her think that her daughter had inherited more than the dimple in her father’s chin. “I guess I should be grateful that students aren’t voting.” Kate opened the car door. Once the chair was in, she strapped it into the seat buckles. The car smelled of stale food. She pushed the elevator button down, shut the door, and placed the placards in the back. Often, it seemed that movement was the only thing separating her from


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