Great-Aunt Mildred patted Maya’s hand and suggested prayer.
Barbara cut them all off with a raised palm and a long-suffering sigh. “She doesn’t need charity. She needs to own her choices. Chloe worked for what she has. She sacrificed. Maya, on the other hand—” She paused, as though the words pained her. “—has simply never applied herself.”
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