The night before my medical school interview, my sister poured bleach on my only blazer, and my parents told me to stop making a scene.

in public, generous at church, always ready with a firm handshake. At home, he was a man who could silence an entire room by setting down his fork too hard.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

The dean’s mouth tightened, but not with anger toward me. “And your mother is Elaine Garrett?”

“Yes.”

He turned a page in my file. “I knew your grandmother.”

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