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We don't need more than five pies." I'm relieved. Temporarily. Being the last person to arrive name development is tricky business. Apparently not for my husband, who has somehow managed a cold beer in name development hand and a prime piece of real estate on the couch inside of five minutes. But I, on the other hand, am a target for anything that is already brewing under the surface. My mother is on my tail while I look for a place to name development hang our coats. "I don't know where she's going to put everyone . . . she doesn't have enough places or chairs . . . did you see Lee's mother? Oh God... she hasn't had a bath in a month probably--I had to take her to the bathroom and rebutton her dress. She didn't have the buttons matched up, and you could almost see her privates--I thought I'd throw up." I just nod. I know she has to get it out of her system. None of us really know what the deal is with Lee's mother; even Jean doesn't know, and it's her mother-in-law.
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