Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

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My mother sat on the sofa with wine. Beatrice paced, glancing at her phone.

“Well?” my father asked. “Have you come to your senses?”

I set my bag down and let my shoulders sag.

“I’ll do it,” I whispered.

My mother exhaled. “I told you. She’s a good girl. She understands family.”

“Thank you,” Beatrice breathed.

“There’s a problem,” I interrupted.

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