Dinner with Mom<br />
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I arrived home from basketball practice more than a little late that evening, hoping against hope that mom wouldn’t notice too soon. The other girls wanted to play a full game after practice, and then we'd gone to eat at my favorite burger joint. It wasn’t that the woman was overly stern or frightening. At