Chapter 2: Six Names on a List

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I didn't yell.

I didn't slam her door.

I just looked at her and said, "You broke something that belonged to my mother.

I want you to know that."

She shrugged.

Actually shrugged.

"Things break.

That's what happens when you use old equipment."

I walked home, sat down at my kitchen table, and looked at the mixer for a long time.

Then I picked up my phone.

The first call I made was to an appliance repair shop two towns over.

The man there told me what I already suspected — the motor was damaged.

Repairable, but not cheap.

The second call I made was to my neighbor on the other side, Linda.

"Has Denise ever borrowed anything from you?" I asked.

There was a pause.

"Honey," Linda said slowly, "she returned my good casserole dish in three pieces and told me it must have had a crack in it already."

That was when I understood this wasn't carelessness.

This was a pattern.

I started making a list.

Every item.

Every date I could remember.

Every neighbor I could think of.

By the time my daughter came home from work, I had six names on that list.

And then my daughter said something that stopped me cold.

"Mom…

did you know Denise has been telling people you gave her that mixer?"

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