I was the girl, then the young woman, who raced through dinner table anecdotes as fast as possible, convinced that no one wanted to hear from me, that they were doing me a generous favor by lending me their ears, and that I owed it to them to shut up as soon as possible.
“Slow down, for God’s sake!” my father would bark. “If you’ve got something to say,…
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