The Nineteen-Year Audit
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It had been nineteen years since my divorce and expulsion from the Sterling family of New York, when my son suddenly called to invite me home for Christmas Eve dinner.
I held a delicate, double-sided embroidered lantern I had just finished crafting, didn't even glance at the caller ID, and let out a soft laugh.
"Isn't it lively enough with your beautiful Aunt Chloe keeping you company?"
The line went silent for a few seconds.
The young man's voice was crisp and clear, but carried a deliberate, distancing politeness: "Grandmother said the family should be together for the holidays."
