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She was lying on the wooden beach bench which was under a blue umbrella. Her face was hidden with oversized sunglasses. She was reading some lady magazine. It took her a while to notice that I was standing in front of her.Β
" My son," she cried out. She took off the sunglasses and stood up from the bench. Now I know why I have chestnut brown hair. I must have inherited it from her.Β
She stepped forward and placed her hand on my face. "When I last saw you, you were just a little baby. I was able to carry you in my arms. Now you are so grown up!"Β
This is getting embarrassing now. " I came here for answers," I announced plainly.
She got a little hurt by my attitude. " What do you want to know, my son?"Β
" Did you kill my father or not?"
Her brown eyes got teary. " I loved your father. Why would I kill him?"
